Our head trip starts on a whim Prolly mage is your synonym You grab my waist and levitate Depart from what fills me with dread Reflection of the clouds Surrounded by green fields Pink petals dance by the breeze Sparrows please the beryl sky Your whisper by my ear Our hidden dreamland Taste of your lips delectable Shouldn’t hesitate but I’m skeptical What if this place illusional Just one of your hex after all Reflection of the clouds Surrounded by green fields Pink petals dance by the breeze Sparrows please the beryl sky Your whisper by my ear It’s our hidden dreamland