Lyrics of
Cynic

So pull my out of this dream
turn off the television
put on a romantic vinyl
and come to bed again.
Please be my next morning flower
but don't be here all the time
leave me a couple of hours
then bring me food and wine.
Omkvædet
Play with me, play with me
don't tell me how it feels
don't let it be for real
don't tell me how you feel
I'll make this week disappear