i ran away to a place yellow and black, where the zebras are larger than life.
will you miss me if i never return?
she cried for a lover she had never met, who missed her voice, never heard.
she cried for the words that spoke to her heart, and the lips that kissed lips, that werent hers.
i ran away from her cries, into a dream that was not mine.
a place yellow, the colour of jazz, couleur de mon coeur
i ran into a sunny nightmare, a dream(?): probably yours.
