Mandala across the water
Center of my own wave
Warnings not to go farther
Tripping in my own way
Prefer my highs be homemade
Balance time and takeoff
Then burn wood like the stone age
Underestimate the undertow
You let it take you though
We die to reach a goldmine
Ecstasy on shorelines
Will you know it when it's your time?
Next to me is empty space
Nostalgia for the old times
When you pass proceed with caution
Pain can never be forgotten
Though I'm scatterbrained often
Off and on, awfully acting like an addict
So dramatic
Trivial, need no italic
Used to say you've had it with these habits
Now you're gone
Taking trips to see you, acid tablets what I'm on
Catching sunshine on my tongue
Overcome with sadness been the average for too long
So I play some classics, Misses Flack is on this song
Making Love cause I'm The One
Bring you back to romance, collapse into a slow dance
You taste like caramel, sweet but you've got cold hands
You move like you're a mermaid
Tripping Saturday night, I melt into my Sundaes
Cherry's on my lips, grind, twist, and breathe out sun rays
Water like a crystal
Life could be so simple
Castles in the sand
As I travel through my temple
Spend my night in Frisco
Swimming through my mind
All the time's what you're into
If I'm swimming too then you should probably let a bitch know
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Mandala across the water
Center of my own wave
Warnings not to go farther
Tripping in my own way
Prefer my highs be homemade
Balance time and takeoff
Then burn wood like the stone age
Underestimate the undertow
You let it take you though
We die to reach a goldmine
Ecstasy on shorelines
Will you know it when it's your time?
Next to me is empty space
Nostalgia for the old times
When you pass proceed with caution
Pain can never be forgotten
Though I'm scatterbrained often
Off and on, awfully acting like an addict
So dramatic
Trivial, need no italic
Used to say you've had it with these habits
Now you're gone
Taking trips to see you, acid tablets what I'm on
Catching sunshine on my tongue
Overcome with sadness been the average for too long
So I play some classics, Misses Flack is on this song
Making Love cause I'm The One
Bring you back to romance, collapse into a slow dance
You taste like caramel, sweet but you've got cold hands
You move like you're a mermaid
Tripping Saturday night, I melt into my Sundaes
Cherry's on my lips, grind, twist, and breathe out sun rays
Water like a crystal
Life could be so simple
Castles in the sand
As I travel through my temple
Spend my night in Frisco
Swimming through my mind
All the time's what you're into
If I'm swimming too then you should probably let a bitch know
Center of my own wave
Warnings not to go farther
Tripping in my own way
Prefer my highs be homemade
Balance time and takeoff
Then burn wood like the stone age
Underestimate the undertow
You let it take you though
We die to reach a goldmine
Ecstasy on shorelines
Will you know it when it's your time?
Next to me is empty space
Nostalgia for the old times
When you pass proceed with caution
Pain can never be forgotten
Though I'm scatterbrained often
Off and on, awfully acting like an addict
So dramatic
Trivial, need no italic
Used to say you've had it with these habits
Now you're gone
Taking trips to see you, acid tablets what I'm on
Catching sunshine on my tongue
Overcome with sadness been the average for too long
So I play some classics, Misses Flack is on this song
Making Love cause I'm The One
Bring you back to romance, collapse into a slow dance
You taste like caramel, sweet but you've got cold hands
You move like you're a mermaid
Tripping Saturday night, I melt into my Sundaes
Cherry's on my lips, grind, twist, and breathe out sun rays
Water like a crystal
Life could be so simple
Castles in the sand
As I travel through my temple
Spend my night in Frisco
Swimming through my mind
All the time's what you're into
If I'm swimming too then you should probably let a bitch know
Writer: Thomas Moore
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