|Artist||P. M. Dawn|
|Song||Set Adrift On Memory Bliss|
|Album||Of The Soul|
|Album||And Of The Cross|
|Album||Of The Heart|
|Technical Specifications||colour - format unknown|
The camera pans the cocktail glass,|
behind a blind of plastic plants;
I found the lady with the fat diamond ring.
then you know I can't remember a damn thing.
I think it's one of those de ja vu things,
or a dream that's tryin' to tell me something.
Or will I ever stop thinkin' about it.
I don't know, I doubt it.
Subterranean by design,
I wonder what I would find if I met you,
let my eyes caress you,
until I meet the thought of Missess Princess Who?
Often wonder what makes her work.