ironisme.

daydream delusion, limousine eyelash oh,baby,with your pretty face drop a tear in my wine glass i want you to know what i think. don`t want you to guess anymore. you have no ideea where i came from, we have no idee where we`re going. launched in life like branches in the river flowing downstream caught in the current i`ll carry you, you`ll carry me. that`s how it could be. don`t you know me? don`t you know me by now?