These wheels are in a constant flow
A show of hands for those who think they know
The essence of this wild moon shadow
That flirts with lights upon our shoes

A flash of time, is hinged, to clockwork on a crimson wall
That trembles in the wake of night’s soft glaze
A haze draws pictures on our shoes

Both of us know,
Things are masquerading as light
— All the time
Princess Radio, your gift is the sunlight
Shine on this moment, the treetops on fire
My loosening grip on the torn canvas sea
The echoes of winter in me

I’m shaking from her garden kiss
Entrenched, hands flailing in the wind-high gale
Set sail, my satchel and a feathered friend
The stars drip flavors on our shoes

A forest door, peeks open,
Sounds a bell to search the floor
Reflections dance across our wandering eyes
Surprised, by gold dust on our shoes

Both of us know,
Things are masquerading as light
— All the time
Princess Radio, your gift is the sunlight
Shine on this moment, the treetops are burning
Faces fade on the tanglewood stairs

(I love the way she holds my hand)

Both of us know,
Things are masquerading as light
— All the time
Drop a penny in the elephant’s mouth
Make a wish for tomorrow

This forgotten maze is where the hand-made strangers
Guided ships with their drums through the typhoon breeze
Arrested by mischief, we swing through the shutters
And slink off to rest in the canopy crown

Life and love, short as the summer
Can you share some of your Crème Brûlée?

The end is when the tears will flow
Hello, footsteps of the island Queen
Her hands, they shimmer when the mountains sing
The night’s long shadows on our shoes

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