My looks so grand from a distance that you need to touch.
It gives a vision of the simple but it is so much.

I won't be fooled by its touch
or emotional supply,
The scent of a fear
in heavy love we dry,
The cold in the bare grass
so delicate by one's eye,
it's why we can't rely
and don't elope tonight.

Almost forgotten the way we used to live for play.
To be accepted, I must blend into convention's way
and same universal means.

I won't be fooled by its touch
or emotional supply,
The scent of a fear
in heavy love we dry,
The cold in the bare grass
so delicate by one's eye,
it's why we can't rely
and don't elope tonight.