England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar
Until one day I went and saw how miserable things really are
All fantastic images they are only apparent
propagated just by hope
and desire to share it
Beauty was the allure that brought me close to you
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue
All fantastic images they only are apparent
promoted by desperate hope
that things are somewhere better
I don't have a thing against fantasy
But to chase it down just don't make sense to me
If your only hope is simply peace and love
You end up discarding most to what you're made of
All fantastic images they only are apparent
promoted by desperate hope
and the need to share it
