I see hot air balloons,
Being popped by sky needles.
Little kid cartoons,
Singing songs by the Beatles.
Maybe it's morphine,
Or maybe you make me spiral down.
Parades are marching through,
The column of my spine.
Little girls jumping rope,
With elongated grape vines.
Some kind of emotion,
Is trying to run me out of town.
Chorus:
But I'm treading water,
In a frozen lake.
Where fossilized fish,
Mourn their mistakes.
And I regret my own,
But I have risks to take.
So cure my hypothermia,
And learn to appreciate.
I see city buildings,
Bending at all angles.
Silly swimming pools,
Shaped like triangles.
Maybe it's an illusion,
Or maybe you make me go insane.
The stars are swirling,
As if ballroom dancing.
The sounds around me,
Are steadily enhancing.
I might be crazy,
Or maybe you cause all my pain.
Repeat Chorus
Look what you do to me!
Look what you do to me.
I'm at your mercy.
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