Oneiroid Psychosis - Galatea

You're my little girl
Your little dress
Your little curls
I place your hand
On my beating heart
I whisper to you
We must never part
You look at me
With your big blue eyes
Always hiding behind
A synthetic disguise

With your porcelan skin
And your plastic hair
Conversation can not be shared
Your lips never move
And your heart does not beat
But I'll still hold you
Close to me

In my dreams I hear you speak
The light in your eyes
In days you would sleep
No one else would ever believe
But I know you know
I know you sleep