Iris

I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the presence of my knuckles

But the beauty of this vision alone just like yesterday's sunset

Has been perverted by the sentimental

And mistaken for love

The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, the armies I have created

Will always hate it

Always bait you on

I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the presence of my struggle

But the beauty of this vision alone

I can't shake from my tree just yet

It keeps invading all my private moments

Listen to me now

The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, the armies I have created

Will always hate it

Always bait you on

On, on it

Come on

Until I take care of  pride

Until I see their flags

Come on

Until I take care of pride

Until I see their flags

Until I see their flags

And deep inside my pain

Until I see their flags

The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, the armies I,  I have created

Will always hate it

Will always bait you on until I take their flags