Urantia

I slipped into the cloak you left

I fiddle around in the ashtray to find your cigarette pinkish/red

I light it and take a drag

I swear

I'm losing it

With all these erased recordings I'm rearranging parts

You should accept we'll probably remain this way to the end - in steps

Underneath the sheets I find your makeup and shoes in a bag laid open

(I) grab my keys and some money and circle around the lake

I guess

You're losing it

I like to believe that maybe you're a lot like me

Try using this equality we might need in the air

'Cause there are no more left like you

A picture perfect strange

Imagined in one shape

Unchained

Tempt my spirit within my name we crawled in the tomb and release some honey

Eighteen hundred million ways striving to make it last

There is no one left like you

A picture perfect strange

Imagined in one shape

Unchained

There are no more thrills I'll need

Than the desire that we shared

From the channels of our dreams

To the grave...

I'll find you again somewhere I believe

You'll find me somewhere again I believe...