The visions are in a cool black & white.
Still, so elegant a sight.
We are... an effective team.
Lines torn -- bursting at the seam. You're mine somehow, in this lucid dream.
I've seen your beautiful face before... But i don't know your name.
I've been here before... Tho not much is the same.
It's midday in the city. I invite you by the hand.
It's midday in the apple, and i've conjured up a plan.
I take you up to the top of the world, after-all, i think you're my girl.
You gaze ahead, assessing the awing scene.
I pull a gag; you laugh, we gleam.
I direct you to the looking glass.
The moment at last.
I say "look through here and i'll show you the future".
You focus deeply; a fitting gesture.
I hold up a ring at the other end of the looking glass.
The ultimatum is here; not a moment too fast.
By the look on your face, you don't leave me to guess.
We rapidly embrace as you say: "Yes!"
Black & white turns to colour, as we kiss and share joyous cries.
If only I knew you; for what better way for a man to die
