It’s a strange mood to be drunk,
Yes you, it’s because of you
That I’m failing to take my path;
But still, let alone the tangled hair of yours
-You look beautiful in it.
Thought you’ve got invisible wings
But were just a mirage of reality
That’s deceiving people closer to me.
Thought you were an inspiration
But were just a scintilla of hope
That something inside was about to arose
But still you look beautiful
In those wings of yours,
The tangled hair
And the bright black smile.