Electrallentando - H.P. Lovecraft

Whirling, twirling, swirling

Past the night, your door

Better than before

Not blue moon any more

Flying, flying, flying

Drifting through the room

Smelling still of you

Dreaming of the afternoon

Oh, I’m dreaming of the afternoon

Flying, flying, flying

I’m drifting through the room

Smelling still of you

I’m dreaming, dreaming of the afternoon

I’m dreaming

I’m dreaming

I’m dreaming