A perspective on certain matters according to x - Pale Forest

Mr. man on the moon

Do you own a fishing pole

I would surely take your bait into my mouth

And feel you tugging at me

Just maybe I would try to escape or tease you for a while

Then I would let my self go fly into your basket

Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head

Think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said

I could see them in the window, I could see they were three

My reflection in the mirror said

No, I am just me

So, little lady of the lake

Do you own a pretty pipe

I would gladly light it for you

And taste your sweet tobacco

Feel it fill me with calm bubbles

Maybe we would have to hold our heads above the water

Or the stinging soap would get in our eyes

Now the world is spinning faster than the wheel in my head

Think I heard a new disaster in the things that you said

I could see them in the window, I could see they were three

My reflection in the mirror said

No, I am just me