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 only are apparent propagated just by hope and desire to share it
Beuty 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 desparate line 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 of what you're made of
All fantastic images they only are apparent promoted desparate hope and the need to share it