Elastic State of Mind

None of those games, love

I want none of those games, love

Oh, it took days to cross the desert

It’s like a copy of a copy

My mind in a haze of delusion

Where nothing made sense there but you

And if somebody holds you close

You are mine

And if somebody tears your clothes off

You are mine

An elastic state of mind, oh

I don’t know if I’m hallucinating

None of those games, love

I want none of those games, love

Oh, we lost years in our illusion

I’m like a mirror, against a mirror

In one ear and out the other

We keep repeating, repeating

And I’m wondering if you know

You are mine

And if somebody tears your clothes off

You are mine

An elastic state of mind, oh

I don’t know if I’m hallucinating