Dogloo-1760

Stars come out to surround us now
(reflections of your eyes)
This scenery all feels new to me
Surrounded in a dream-like sense
Never ending
(head-to-heart as we pass by the TV, hand-in-hand as we escape to our evening)

A beginning memory of you and I
Falling down through your eyes

"mayday! mayday! mayday! there's been a loss, seventeen-six-hundred
Mayday! mayday! mayday!"

Is that all you get?
Is that all you deserve?

(someone call for help! call for help!)
Well I've got your ground
It seems like every time I close my eyes
It transforms into my own

In spite of you
Or of me
There seems to be this sense of death in the memory
It seems every time I close my eyes it drops dead