[Pre-Verse: Adapted version of "Reggie Watts: A send-off in style"]
[Verse: Fire-Ice]
It all starts with the Love Face, it does
Forlorn microexpression from Paul
The first base, then the chase for more
Was comfortable in solitude alone; facing a challenge
Defining nothing less of what is most important
Shall I, shall I not follow the rabbit into the hole and
Can I keep part of reality shared with no one else
Disorientation turns too quickly into de-selfed
The Love Face
[Post-Verse: Adapted version of "Reggie Watts: A send-off in style"]