The  Cynic  -  Kashmir

So  pull  me  out  of  this  dream

Turn  off  the  television

Put  on  a  romantic  vinyl

And  come  to  bed  again

Please  be  my  next  morning  flower

But  don't  be  there  all  the  time

Leave  me  a  couple  of  hours

Then  bring  me  food  and  wine

Play  with  me,  play  with  me

Don't  tell  me  how  it  feels

Don't  let  it  be  for  real

Don't  tell  me  how  you  feel

I'll  make  this  week  disappear

Like  I've  erased  several  months

It's  turning  into  a  year  now

And  I'm  still  a  manikin

You're  so  poetic  when  you're  sad

So  tiring  when  you  cry

We  could  fly  out  and  get  married

I  think  I  love  you  now

Play  with  me,  play  with  me

Don't  tell  me  how  it  feels

Don't  let  it  be  for  real

Don't  tell  me  how  you  feel

Play  with  me,  play  with

Don't  tell  me  how  it  feels

Don't  let  it  be  for  real

Don't  tell  me  how  you  feel