Well, Tangle
Yeah he’ll weave his twisted strings
Of inconsistent melodies
Cuz he believes it was in his dreams where he had written
All those symphonies
That, well, he can’t complete
And, yeah he can see
Even though his eyes, they may have shifted
Just what is Real and What Just Seems To Be
But he concedes
That his tongue it does get twisted
And the taste of Truth? Well, that’ll always be out of reach
And for all of his charm
Well he let that girl’s number just wash right off his arm
(Not too smooth, hombre)
Now, Li
Well she can read between the lines he has scripted
She don’t need the name to know the man
But she can breathe
Cuz she can sort through all that shit he has conscripted
She don’t need to know to understand
But Li is real
She’s not just the ink upon Tangle’s paper
Pressing and pulsing
Cuz she would pull through these paragraphs
Naw, cuz she believes it is to her dreams that she would always cater
To the wanderlust of her Golden Calf
But for all she knows
This could be the wolf just dressed up in woolen clothes
Because it’s a digital kiss in this long distance lullaby
Now, Tangle
Well he’ll peel another veil as he steps in closer
Because, uh, with tambourines he can’t be beat
And Li can feel the tiger’s tail
But for those who know her
They can take the hint that she can take the heat
And they can see
Just what is Real and What is Only Their Projection
And boy do they feel every mile between their thoughts
But what they dream is theirs
It’s theirs for their protection
Until their two lines are tied up in knots
Because it’s a digital kiss in this long distance lullaby
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