Amuse

I know youre sleeping tight and dreaming of the colors in my head
You unfaithful, sinner, bigamist!
Ive become so innocent bye seeing i nyour face, that i cant believe in what you
say
But if you lie, nothing will become true
And there time, there is time, there is time!
I see you walking, and i just lose myself
Im on your sidewalk and i confuse myself
cause youre my sweet wounded muse, coming to and end…
And i dont know if youre in our bed or whispering in someone elses head
You ungrateful stealer of y dreams
All the wise men know your face and i just know your name
But every little piece of you is mine
And if you die
Nothing will amuse me
cause theres time, there is time, there is time!
I see you wlaking, im on your sidewalk,
cause youre my sweet, youre my muse