Narcissus - Marc and The Mambas

In the heaven of your bedroom

Petals breaking from your fingers

Narcissus to a flower

The tips pass through the brittle skin

Disturb the tranquil days you swing

But nothing really matters much

You forgot how to feel like people feel

Your lips are sealed

Your lips are sealed

You whisper

Never know me never need me

Trapped like a cat In the branch of the tree

But you hold yourself tight

In the cold empty bed

Just you and yourself and your fist for a friend

Sleep secluded deep down In your head

Dream lover I don't want to dream alone