The Prism, The Colours, Forget-me-nots and....Stockholm Syndrome. "You're pulling me somewhere... I shouldn't go..." "...and why the leaving hurts...?" ================================================ [verse1] i followed where the violet trembled beneath your fingertips... My gaze trailing...and stopped... Indigo night...swallowed me... Just like you...when you were... pulling me in...pulling me in... and i can't tear my gaze away... when you wrapped me in that blue... [Prechorus] [like a whisper, like a breath] You're pulling me somewhere... You're pulling me somewhere... I shouldn't go... ... should i...? [chorus] pull me deep...! bury me.... beneath the layers of light, pull me inside... (...pull me inside...) bury me inside the prism, until even forget-me-nots forget me and my name, bury me, in the colors, in the cage.... ...no.... Bury me... ooh, bury me.... .... bury me where the colors become a cage. [verse2] The blue, oh, the blue...a sky before my eyes... My feet moving... and stopped They're now placed on the grass and when for the first time the yellow touched my skin i sighed and subtly yield beneath the orange sin... and i can't tear my gaze away... when you wrapped me in that blue... [Prechorus] You're pulling me somewhere... You're pulling me somewhere... I shouldn't go... ... should i...? [chorus] [even more dynamic] pull me deep...! bury me.... beneath the layers of light, pull me inside... pull me inside... (...pull me inside...) bury me inside the prism, until even forget-me-nots forget me and my name, bury me, in the colors, in the cage.... ...no.... Bury me... ooh, bury me.... .... bury me where the colors become a cage. [Bridge] ...why does it feel so good? ...i want and dont want to run away... If i would run if i could? ...why do i want your hands on me? Why is your blue still all i see...? If this is a cage... why does leaving hurt? [pleading desperate whisper] ...please... don't let me go... ...please... don't let me go... [final chorus] pull me deep...! bury me.... beneath the layers of light, pull me inside... (...pull me inside...) bury me inside the prism, until even forget-me-nots forget me and my name, bury me, in the colors, in the cage.... ...no.... Bury me... ooh, bury me.... .... bury me where the colors become... ...my home... [outro] that blue of yours.... my safeguard...my house... that blue of yours....became my walls...
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