Gelliverse

Music: Angel Abaya/Sean Guerin I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that Run into me, run into me I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that Run into me, run into me Runnin', you're runnin' Runnin', you're all the way home Runnin', you're runnin' Runnin', you're all the way home I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I wanna play like that, I wanna play like that I don't wanna play like that, I wanna play like that Run into me, run into me Runnin', you're runnin' Runnin', you're all the way home Runnin', you're runnin' Runnin', you're all the way home When the golden milk sunlight drips from the top corner of the wall All the way to the ends of your fingertips Any sense of purpose floods you How can you touch what can't be? The erotic nature of acquiring something And you question where it all really came from Seamlessly contained examination of what you're looking at What are you looking at?