You look into my eyes,
And you question yourself,
Is this really love that seems to be floating in the air,
Because if it’s not, then what’s the purpose?
I have to tell you something about myself,
About my happiness and my damnation.
You have to know it, because it can’t go any further
Without you understanding.
I’m the greatest imitator of this world,
I imitate—to the tiniest details—whatever you want to see
So that I myself can’t tell one from the other.
I could have told you baby that I love you,
But that wouldn’t mean a thing.
You’re getting crazy because you cannot grasp it,
You’re seeing images I process within my heart.
They’re true and yet… they don’t mean a thing.
The wishful thinking in acting – you see what I crave.
I’m the greatest imitator of this world,
I imitate—to the tiniest details—whatever you want to see
So that I myself can’t tell one from the other.
I could have told you baby that I love you,
But that wouldn’t mean a thing.
You can never say what all this damn carnival means,
But baby neither can I—I told you this was my damnation.
And still—I’m so happy to live the borrowed dreams
That I accept this destiny, but can you accept your gift?
I’m the greatest imitator of this world,
I imitate—to the tiniest details—whatever you want to see
So that I myself can’t tell one from the other.
I could have told you baby that I love you,
But that wouldn’t mean a thing,
That wouldn’t mean a thing…
July 27, 2018