Ask not what the meaning is
Prob too deep and there is irony
Like the pupil of a goats eye leaves one wondering
But we're still swimming in the wanderlust
Mirage
It's a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Mirage
It's a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Catch a glimpse of the wanderlust
From the subway air so dank it makes you sweat
While a young boy prances with an orange ball
It's essentially an imaginable
Mirage
It's a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
Mirage
It's a mirage
Come and massage my eyes
