Déjà Vu Affair
We're in a junction, we're in a champagne room
But no other people are breathing this air with you
It's a secret, honey, a chocolate perfume
I like to close my eyes and feel the way it moves
We don't even
To breathe such loose thin air
They all run away
Of this déjà vu affair
[?] and wind chime, I cannot grow appeal
Hallucinations of what the now reveals
It's realistic, and a sculptural idea
I like to say no words and let the human feel
We don't even
What happens up there
We just rest away
Of this déjà vu affair
