JIL

You are sitting in the sun

Floral shirt, Yves Saint Laurent

When conversations dramatize

Matching the dark circles under your eyes

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Talk so much, tons of cigarettes

Discussing our different mindsets

Your revolutionary extremes

While you are writing dystopian dreams

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The softness in your gesture and your tone

Though for your mind you want to be known

Desperately trying to prove your intellect

Your looks the only thing they ever respect

So you'd give everything for them to see

Your true spirit instead of your beauty

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Wine and melon mint ice tea

Walls shaped like the Observatory

On your shelf cameras analog

On your hard drive your music catalog

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Beautiful man, sad blue eyes

Listening to Marvin at sun rise

Merging in the magical morning

Transposing what we have given forwarning

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The softness in your gesture and your tone

Though for your mind you want to be known

Desperately trying to prove your intellect

Your looks the only thing they ever respect

So you'd give everything for them to see

Your true spirit instead of your beauty

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Romeo on the balcony

Pouring my gold right down to me

'Cause you didn't want to leave a trace

That was the last time that I saw your face

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© written by Cosima Charlotte

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