Wolfman Collab o1
Arcadian street, circadian rhythm
With romantic hopes the poet watches
The lovers in the haze of smoke
And Chardonnay
Tender rhythm, silent charm
Mind a frantic, she seeks a dream
and touches her arm, Eager to see...
A shade of Albion, with eyes open
And no further than far away
A connotation not unlike my own
The hope and faded glory of the times
Look no further than the glint of my eyes
But not the reflection the embrace casts
For love shall never be shown so gracefully
Than under the light of this hazy Arcady moon
With romantic hopes the poet watches
The lovers in the haze of smoke
And Chardonnay
Tender rhythm, silent charm
Mind a frantic, she seeks a dream
and touches her arm, Eager to see...
A shade of Albion, with eyes open
And no further than far away
A connotation not unlike my own
The hope and faded glory of the times
Look no further than the glint of my eyes
But not the reflection the embrace casts
For love shall never be shown so gracefully
Than under the light of this hazy Arcady moon