Love me,
my razor blade...
Dreams are good,
dreams are bad...
At the end of a forest
In the dead of the night...
Black tresses flying wild in frenzied gale
enchanted spray of rainbow mist...
I don't recall a memory
i merge into your world...
Discovering things you couldn't before
some bizarre form by the corner of your eye...
Look up, look up lost fairychild
leave the horizen far behind...
We have a fixed fantasy
That we can't escape of...
She is full of undying passion
her heart full of untold stories...
Im the one setting in the back of the bus
Im the one who never says a word...
Her eyes like black pearls laying under pale...
Or red roses blossoming with hot sun rays...
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down you golden hair,
your prince charming is here please don't despair...