Testo: The Meg And Dia Band. Getaways Turned Holidays.

Fate leave on my doorstep.
A soldier. A soldier.
A fable, a fortune.
I long for. I long for.

Ever so secret I see
what's in store for me.
I won't let it mislead.
Oh no.
No, i hasn't happened yet.

As for the dying and the fading
and resolve to be.
Okay with the natural decay.
I'll choose illusion.
And safety a hundred times over.
I'm supposed to be happy and
deceived.

Let us find perfection.
Nonesense in all we are.
And save defects for later.
We're angels now.

Hide my uniform pride.
Your arrogant side.
I'm aching already.

Hide your taciturn,
mundane expressions.
Affection will carry us a little
while more.

Let us be entertained.
Let me beleive it ends this way.

As for the daying,
And as for the rotting.
I'm okay with natural decay.

I'll choose illusions
and safety a hundred times over.
I'm prepared to be happy and deceived.

I'm supposed to be happy
and deceived.
I'm prepared to be
happy and deceived.

Drop this curtain
I'm happy and naive