Iris - Live

I liked the way my hand looked

on your head

in the presence of my knuckles

but the beauty of this vision alone

just like yesterday’s sunset

has been perverted by the sentimental

and mistaken for love

the felix of your truth will always break it and the iris of your eye will always shake it and the armies the armies I have created

will always hate it will always bait you on I liked the way my hand looked on your head

in the presence of my struggle

but the beauty of this vision alone

I can’t shake from my tree just yet

it keeps invading all my private moments

listen to me now