Polyester Skin - Jacob Bellens

Inbetween the magic of the moment

And the hand that holds it all

Coming from the paper moon

That hangs above our heads

The light that hits your hair is soft and gentle

Like the flowers on the walls

Of desert and evacuated old heartbreak hotels

And looking in your eyes I’m trapped

Inside a giant sea of neonlights

A tunnel of creation where I end and you begin

Your heart is like a locomotive

Driving patiently into the night

With every single touch I feel it beating from within

Your polyester skin

Whether in a coma or a state of

Total bliss and harmony

I am often feeling like a tourist in my time

No matter how far i walk or wherever

I run to chase my dreams

I always end up feeling

Deaf and dumb and left behind

And looking in your eyes I’m trapped

Inside a giant sea of neonlights

A tunnel of creation where I end and you begin

Your heart is like a locomotive

Driving patiently into the night

With every single touch I feel it beating from within

Your polyester skin