Quand Dylan a raison I

Your magnetic movements
Still capture the minutes I'm in

But it grieves my heart, love
To see you tryin' to be a part of
A world that just don't exist

It's all just a dream, babe
A vacuum, a scheme, babe
That sucks you into feelin' like this.

I can see that your head
Has been twisted and fed
With worthless foam from the mouth


To Ramona