I like the way my hand looked on your head

In the prescense of my knuckles

And the beauty of this vision alone

Just like yesterday's sunset

Has been perverted by the sentimental

And mistaken for love



The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eyes will always shake it

And the armies

The armies I have created

Will always hate it

Will always bate you on



I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the prescense of my struggle

And the beauty of this vision alone

I can't shake from my tree just yet

it's invading all my private moments

Listen to me now



The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies

The armies i have created

Will always hate it

Will always bate you on