Telepathetic

everything reminds me of you
tell me, are you schizophrenic too
or just a flicker of my imagination
the princess of a dream nation
your eyes the stars on its flag
the exiled may never come back

they played your song on the radio
and the broadcaster had your name
this propaganda rings in stereo
and my senses are a slave to your reign

someone said something and it
reminded me of one thing
something you said and the moments we had
i looked at your image burned on my white screen
i woke up to an echo of a voice
and i'm glad to be this mad