Amuse

Amuse
I know you’re sleeping tight and dreaming of the colors in my head
You unfaithful, sinner, bigamist!
I’ve become so innocent bye seeing i nyour face, that i can’t believe in what you say

But if you lie, nothing will become true
And there’ time, there is time, there is time!
I see you walking, and i just lose myself
I’m on your sidewalk and i confuse myself
‘cause you’re my sweet wounded muse, coming to and end...
And i don’t know if you’re in our bed or whispering in someone else’s head
You ungrateful stealer of y dreams
All the wise men know your face and i just know your name
But every little piece of you is mine
And if you die
Nothing will amuse me
‘cause there’s time, there is time, there is time!
I see you wlaking, i’m on your sidewalk,
‘cause you’re my sweet, you’re my muse