The Fake Empire
"Take my breath, make believe.
I want to breathe you in,
You are my heart,
You are my soul.
You are my heart."
I make eye contact with my mother as I speed up the tempo, the notes become anxious, fast, deep.
"Take a chance, Oh take a chance,
Take a break, make believe,
I want to believe you’ll be mine.
Oh yeah, you’ll be mine.
Be my heart, be my soul,
Oh, my heart, be mine and I’ll be yours."