Of the Heart, of the Soul and of the Cross lyrics

( chorus )
Reality used to be a friend of mine
Reality used to be a friend of mine
Maybe "why?" is the question that's on you mind
But reality used to be a friend of mine
Reality used to be a friend of mine.
Reality used to be a friend of mine
Please don't ask me 'cause I don't know why,
but reality used to be a friend of mine.

I used to be friends with reality

Yeah!

In a quest to become colorless
I exhault my eyes with a most profound trust
Yet they are masters at deception
I wonder why... A black 4 leaf clover
Prince Be sends a purple valentine again

"How does it feel to be some kind of beautiful?"

Once more my feelings have succeeded in confusing me
But what's most amusing is
I like the way it looks.

Distorted isn't it?

Think I could find a better way,
find a sight to see
find a place that I...belong to
Wandering aimlessly
But I know where I can go
Somewhere across from me,
I now realize...

On a clear day, I can see
If only I could hear you
If only you could hear me
On a clear day, baby, I can see
Everything that's cosmic, but you, baby

Oh, maybe I'm just another something new

If I wuz you...

So surreal.. so surreal
So surreal that it can't be real
I'm just so afraid of banana peels
A wandering eye does not have sex appeal
I'm 99 and a half light years away
And they expect me to be ok
They see me in some other light
But who told them that I wasn't alright?
Get with it said the Prince to the Be
Doncha realize that they can't see

The camera pans the cocktail glass,
behind a blind of plastic plants;
I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
I think it's one of those de ja vu things,
or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something.
Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it.
I don't know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,

(That's dope...)

In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
In the presence of mirrors I come face to face with you
Which is me, Which is me, Which is me....

Impossible to tell whether he was there,
I can count his days in confusion
He went for a trip inside and he liked it there
I wonder if he'll ever be back

A question mark's on a question mark
And insecurities connect my parts
I thought you are me and I am you
So I talk to myself 'til my face turns blue
Ask me if my feet touch the ground
I drift away and explore the profound
A morph to satisfaction is the trip
It's you... isn't it?...
Father tell me what you think of me
Please, tell me what you think of me

(oh la la la)...

He who thinks, thinks for himself
A woman on trip, is a hit for the mind
a true composer's hell between tears
or PM Dawn makes cause for rewind

Megaline drops along upon a thought
A comatose nap might snatch a sandy
I'm so great I amaze myself
Explains, just how vain is vanity

The longest journey is based on a trip
But also starts with a single step

(Intro)
Pas... quand j'etais une femme solitaire, j'ai pui'eppe.
oh.. never mind me man
i'm just rhyming here
it's an old one that no one knows anyways
that's the way it goes
kisses directions through my mind every time
guess he likes to collect blue hickies
i dunno..
i remain the same
comatose anyways
s'whatever

ask me that question again
who am i what am i

I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.
I think I want to fly away.

Sitting on top of the setting sun

Hello, Imagine yourself and[as] a link on a chain; the chain is wrapped around
someones mind.
If you break off then things start to change. Then You realize that there's no
time.
No direction as you fly through the wind; you stop to ponder on a pink[big]
chateau.
The theme from "Mohogany" still transcends, but Quote Unqoute, that's the way
it goes.

I'd like to welcome you...
to - Utopian expierence

Of The Heart, Of The Soul & Of The Cross

I'd Like to say what's up to God...

I'd Like to say what's up to God...

(Yeah) I'd Like to say what's up to God...

shake, shake, shake, shake

any females in the house (4x)
I've been...

-chorus-
shake, shake (one time)
shake, shake (two times)
shake, shake (one time)
now bring it back again

-chorus-

it's not about how I've been
cuz I've been truly blessed
but through constant battles with reality
I dangle from the strength stress..

maybe you can't call me lucky (2)

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