Coconut Dalí - New Vision/Beatrice Lyrics

I gotta new
I gotta new
I gotta new
I gotta new vision
The grip
The grip
The grip
The grip in which it held me
So fast
So fast
So fast I did not remember
To confess confess confess confess
Confess confess confess confess to
Confess confess confess confess
Returning through transparent clean glass at last
Returning through transparent clean glass at last
At last
Through waters calm and cry-crys-crys-crys-crystalline
So shallow that they scarcely can reflect reflect reflect
Reflect reflect reflect
Reflect reflect reflect
Reflect reflect reflect
The mirrored image of our own faces
Meets our pupils with no greater force
Than that a pearl has when displayed on a white forehead
So faint the many faces I saw keen to speak
My mistake was contrary to that which led the man
To love the fountain
To love to love to love
To love the fountain
Love the fountain
A new
A new
A new
A new vision
A new
A new
A new
A new vision
Showed itself to me
Showed itself to me
Showed itself to me
Beatrice
Beatrice
Bae
Beatrice