Urantia

I slipped into the cloak you left I fiddle around in the ashtray To find your cigarette pinkish red I light it and take a drag I swear I'm losing it With all these erased recordings, I'm rearranging parts You should accept We'll probably remain this way to the end, in steps Underneath the sheets, I find your Makeup and shoes in a bag laid open Grab my keys and some money And circle around the lake I guess you're losing it I like to believe that maybe you're a lot likе me Try using this equality we might need in thе air 'Cause there are no more left like you A picture-perfect strange Imagined in one shape Unchained Tempt my spirit within my name We crawled in the tomb and release some honey 1800 million ways striving to make it last There is no one left like you A picture-perfect strange Imagined in one shape Unchained There are no more thrills I'll need Than the desire that we shared From the channels of our dreams To the grave I'll find you again somewhere, I believe You'll find me somewhere again, I believe