Excuse Me
S. Napier Bell / A. Morales
Excuse Me
You, a float in the lost world of dreams
A mystical maker of schemes
Emotion beyond my means
Me, no more than a grain of sand
And lost in the beach of your land
Unable to understand
When you're near
Reality loses its hold
And loneliness' tears wet my soul
But what goes on inside your mind
And what I know
That fantasy drives us mad
It really can't be so bad
To let it take me one more time
Love, the chances seem so very few
Excuse me for the strange things I do
I'm drowning in an ocean of you