Enveloped Ideas
The Dawn, 1986
Singing out my enveloped ideas
Doesn't seem all too bad
Hoping it would be easier
To sing out my enveloped ideas.
Trying pointlessly to understand (understand)
Having nothing to say (saaay...)
Just shadows and what remains (boxed inside)
This is what I call my enveloped ideas.
Why should I carry this platter? (platter)
Didn't it just pass me by? (by...)
And does one cling right on the edge? (the edge)
I have an empty dream, this here my ideas.
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