Oneiroid Psychosis Galatea
You're my little girl
Your little dress, your little curls
I place your hand on my beating heart
I whisper to you "we must never part"
You look at me with your big blue eyes
Always hiding behind a synthetic disguise
With your porcelain skin and you plastic hair
Conversation can not be shared
Your lips never move
and your heart does not beat
But I will still hold you close to me
In my dreams I hear you speak
The light in your eyes invades my sleep
Noone else would ever believe
But I know you know, I know you see
