Pantala Naga Pampa

A rose by any other name smells just as sweet.

Pantomime July 29, 2009

Filed under: Misc. — dreambubbles @ 8:16 pm

In my fantasy Im a pantomime 
Ill just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean 
Words are too messy
And its way past time 
To hand in my mouth 

Paint my face white and try to 
Reinvent the sea 
One wave at a time 
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight 

I aint afraid to let it out 
Im unafraid to take that fall 
But I have found beyond all doubt 
We say more by saying nothing at all 

In my fantasy no such thing as time 
Minutes bleed into days
Avant garde art
Show me your heresy
And Ill show you mine 
We only speak in pantomimes on this carpet ride 

I aint afraid to let it out 
Im unafraid to take that fall 
But I have found beyond all doubt 
We say more by saying nothing at all 

In my fantasy you look good entwined 
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine 
Youre my deep secret 
Im your pantomime 
Ill just move my hands 
I promise youll see what I mean