Chet returns (to the Mercury L)

I can’t
Play
No, there is Paris
Tomorrow
But unless
You land me there
Ahead of time
I‘ll be invisible.
No this time the
Lost fell to you
without
Singing the dare
No there is no
Work for me outside
this hotel
Maybe we should
Get lost again
Forget our names
Live to tell the
Truth so it seems
Like lies.
Maybe we got lost
In that dream
Tore it down
Between the
Nightmares
whisper and
the rain comes in.

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