In a room dripping with color and things too dark to see,
Hitting my chest like the drop of all attention without trying to impress me,
You're the silent artist in the corner playing.
People talk right in my ear, but you're the only one I see.
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is staying close to you, now I can't do a thing but...
In this kaleidoscopic box filled with dripping beads, bodies lean, Stretching to be close to other feet, leaping dancing tripping over me.
But I stay fixated on you, while agitated sipping sends them into blankness.
I can feel when you play now the only thing I think of is:
I love when you look up at me and I really don't get what's wrong with them.
It's like another realm, his music moves me.
Does he care that I groove to it?
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now the only thing I think of is:
I can feel when you play, now nothing else could make me do this:
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