We're in a junction, we're in a champagne room

But no other people are breathing this air with you

It's a secret, honey, a chocolate perfume

I like to close my eyes and feel the way it moves.

We don't even dream

To breathe such a thin air

They all run away

Of this deja vu affair!

Bit head, and wind shine

I cannot grow appeal

Hallucinations of what the now reveals

It's realistic, and a sculptural idea

I like to say no words

And let the human feel

We don't even dream

What happens up there

We just rest away

Of this deja vu affair!