Déjà Vu Affair

We're in a junction, we're in a champagne room But no other people are breathing this air with you It's a secret, honey, a chocolate perfume I like to close my eyes and feel the way it moves We don't even dream To breathe such a thin air They all run away Of this deja vu affair! Bit head, and wind shine I cannot grow appeal Hallucinations of what the now reveals It's realistic, and a sculptural idea I like to say no words And let the human feel We don't even dream What happens up there We just rest away Of this deja vu affair!