Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination

Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination

If I was to tell you something now
I've got a feeling you would never believe it
It's sort of hell with a different potential
but the row is lengthy anyhow

Your brown eyes waive a certain sign
of uncertainty that lies deeply within them
A manic sign of eternal life,
something perpetual, eventually lost

Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination

Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination

Mystical is what the happiness does
but I've never really thought of it as such
Undoing past that has never been done
is something left to the wicked ones

What about your swings and Sunday skies
and all the times that we were spending together?
As we go deeper in the space and time
unfocused eyes and light bulb on the desk

Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination

Desperation, desperation
bloody hell, bloody hell
my imagination