E CUSE ME (JUNIOR)

You, a float in the lost world of dreams

A mystical maker of schemes

Emotion beyond my means

Me, no more than a grain of sand

And lost on the beach of your land

Unable to understand

When you're near

Reality loses its hold

And loneliness' tears wet my soul

But what was on inside your mind

And what I know

That fantasy drives us mad

It really can't bring so bad

To let it take me one more time

Love, the chances seem so very few

E cuse me for the strange things I do

I'm drowning in an ocean of you

(INSTRUMENTAL)

When you're near

Reality loses its hold

And loneliness' tears wet my soul

But what was on inside your mind

And what I know

That fantasy drives us mad

It really can't bring so bad

To let it take me one more time

By: Cida Freire

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