Outside beyond the story we invented
WIthin inside the space that's unfrequented
Walk angels describing patterns of their own
And we always think we are alone
Fantasy head beyond the world of mathematics
Your fingers revolve inside a chaos so ecstatic
Look into my eyes is there a logic in my pupils
Pray for my soul I am beside myself with scruples
Don't purr you'll throw me off my concentration
Don't eat my head until I've done the preparation
I've faced the facts now I must analyse the data
Then spout out stuff neither inventor or creator
By night behind the nothing of the sky
By day under the burning of the eye
Lie visions that are just screaming to be seen
And we always think it is a dream.

Lyrics submitted by lastround

Scruple Tango song meanings
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