Madame Surreal

A drop in the ocean

But I saw the light

We speak at a distance

You booked your flight

Our New York Times

Lost the appeal

The days turning over

Madame Surreal

I feel you still

The sky's dripping orange

Unto the pearl

And love is an island

That we knew, girl

Atlantis between us

The depths that kill

A world moving backwards

Madame Surreal

I feel you still