Flamingoes, Flowers, Forgetfulness

Insomnia drives me late at night

Sailing easy through the desert, windows down

The perfume of paper flowers

And the cleansing scent of cassia

Tousles my hair and sifts through my fingers

The mountains lie face up in silhouette

The sky soaks up the moonlight

I tune in the oldies station,

the Flamingoes croon to me

Shoo-bop-doo-wop, Shoo-bop-doo-wop

My love must have been a kind of blind love

For I could see no one but you

My head was clouded, not bright

I never thought you would deny love

But now I think I understand why

You were there, so was I

We’ve seen the millions pass by

But I’m remembering that I am someone beautiful

Despite all the things that you said

You were so lucky to know me

My love must have been a kind of blind love

For I overlooked the cracks and flaws in the facade

How did this happen, what were the odds

But not everything is pure chance

And I have finally realized all that has been

Though the moon was so high

Not a thing in the sky could I have seen

So I’ve turned my face back to the Earth

Now I’m driving through the desert

And I only have eyes for me

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