Still I look to find a reason to believe.

a hot song. a sexy video. a spiritual seeker?

if the fish swam out of the ocean
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking

and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion

'cause if you're not really here
then the stars don't even matter
now i'm filled to the top with fear
that it's all just a bunch of matter
'cause if you're not really here
then i don't want to be either
i wanna be next to you
black and gold...

i looked up into the grey sky
and see a thousand eyes staring back
and all around these golden beacons
i see nothing but black
i feel a way of something beyond them
i don't see what i can feel
if vision is the only validation
then most of my life isn't real






whatever this queen is trying to say, i like it.

and suddenly i'm filled with a desire to get dressed to the nines and go somewhere posh. and, ideally, to have a dance already choreographed, in hopes that a hot song comes on at the swanky event.

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