I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
Did i really see you or was it a dream
In that it was seamless
Not a trace of wrong
Words that we have spoken
Little did we know
Pick an imitation
Always on me
You tried to be the light
Thinking you where right
Only to find that your unkind
Butter or the cream
You will always be
Belle of the ball
Atleast to me
I'm caught in a symmetry of your mind
But I'm not happier than you
But my words i fear not
High above main to
Not even convinced me
Perhaps they are untrue
Be with you the worst is
Always true and i can't
You are the benefits
Of all the doubts i have
Never hope to be
Asked by nine inchees
Funny how you
Always get trough
Butter or the cream
You will always be
Below the Bove
Atleast to me
Uhh Uhh Ahh Ahh