Letra de The cynic

So pull me out of this dream
Turn off the television
Put on a romantic vinyl
And come to bed again
Please be my next morning flower
But don´t be there all the time
Leave me a couple of hours
Then bring me food and wine

Play with me, play with me
Don´t tell me how it feels
Don´t let it be for real
Don´t tell me how you feel

I´ll make this week disappear
Like I´ve erased several months
It´s turning into a year now
And I´m still a manikin
You´re so poetic when you´re sad
So tiring when you cry
We could fly out and get married
I think I love you now

Play with me, play with me
Don´t tell me how it feels
Don´t let it be for real
Don´t tell me how you feel
Play with me, play with
Don´t tell me how it feels
Don´t let it be for real
Don´t tell me how you feel