You're gonna like it here
In hyperreality, I keep
Running in to your hologram
In the dark lounge of my daydreams
And time's cool lips
Kiss my neck
And loneliness follows me
Back to the suite of regret
Where you lie
In shimmering neon
You're made from a distant galaxy
Where they speak in tongues of lust
And the sky is splashed with fantasy
I search for our kiss
And press play on my private screen
You're by far the busiest star
In my Cinema of Dreams
I need you like the peach
Needs the deep and sweet
Wound of the teeth
Completely bloody and bound
To hopeless, complicit, delicious doom
And in this simulation
Your silver lips keep telling me
That I'll be forever haunted
And in my heart's hotel you'll sleep
In shimmering neon
You're made from a distant galaxy
Where they speak in tongues of lust
And the sky is splashed with fantasy
I search for our kiss
And press play on my private screen
You're by far the busiest star
In my Cinema of Dreams