Orange Fantasy Room

I like black magic
just a little too much:
look how I find solace
in ugly dolls.
Look how the broom finds
the corners of my
orange fantasy room.

I like power games
just a little too much,
but I don't have the strength
to hold your hand.
So I don't tear my eyes away
from this faltering
out-of-tune band.

And you sigh so sadly.
And your shadow flies softly
far away, far far away
from me.

I like loving you
just a little too much:
look how I display this heart
upon my sleeve.
Look how you coat hangs around
and nods and smiles at my
orange fantasy room.

And you sigh so sadly.