Split Vision

I see through two separate eyes,
one for the heart, one for the brain.
And they don't see the same,
no, not this time.
To feel the love
or steel the mind?

I don't know what I'm doing here.

Raving with the cheshire moon,
my legs both move in their own ways
and all my thoughts are blaring out of tune.
A luna loon a lieu na loo

I don't know what I'm doing here.