Passion

The colour, "green" is in my genes; Jealousy, disharmony I have a hall of framed regrets; Make them picturesque so I don't forget I feel That I'm losing touch of what I wanna be I believe That my reflection is beginning to frighten me I dream of stars and galaxies Escapism has befriended me And you, you're in my fantasies I'm undeserving of your reality I feel That I'm losing touch of what I wanna be I believe That my reflection is beginning to frighten me Chained to the ground I can't move or make a sound If I search the "lost 'n found" It'll be a long way down I feel That I'm losing touch of what I wanna be I believe That my reflection is beginning to frighten me