| Dear Mr Cooper |
| Space and sound Are jesting with me Witness the way she agrees Cubic instantly Amazing creation Speaking in crimson She's a freshly created breeze Case closed no more pleas The fabric of surprise Is dreaming with your eyes Cool is the breath of the wind As I fall in a cubic stream When I speak of love divided I can feel her deeper sorrow She tries to teach me memory and all her favorite things If only I could steal a chance I'd be with her tomorrow She says "Tell me, Tell me, Tell me, Till this life is just a dream" Midnight is skinlight October to my right April done left me She's gone with the Autumn breeze Whenever the season Starts jesting-testing with your vision Cry for the color blind The sound is oh so fine The season has got no reason To believe in this crimson Witness the way you'll be "Cubic instantly" April done left me She's gone with the Autumn breeze |