Hooverphonic. The President Of The LSD Golf Club. Black Marble Tiles. Zeneszám

Black marble tiles
Shiny dark eyes
Reflections glooming bright
We can walk for hours
Without knowing where we are
In a labyrinth of thought

Things get lost
Lost without a trace
In the middle of the chase
Things get lost
An island can be huge
I won't matter to refuse

White marble stairs
Leading nowhere
Overwhelmingly unfair
We can talk for hours
Without knowing what we say
In this silly little game

Pink marble fire
Am I going insane
Addicted to the pain
I can search for hours
But the more I do explore
The less I know what for


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