you ever come to see

She was only fantasy, but she stole your mind like a simple mess

Like a little dance, she said, called memory souls.

Better than reality

She's a phantom fantasy

An illusion or a queen Passing through my memories Of who I thought she might be She's the mirror of my dreams Her reflection

then further searching to believe in a lot of

Could you ever find a way to rid the glory days of the made you whole like the love she stole?

Will you spend another night wishing she had made it right when you told her that this is where you'll reach the end?

Thank you.

Better than reality She's a phantom fantasy

An illusion or a queen Passing through my memories Of who I thought she might be She's the mirror of my dreams Her reflection calls

That fellow's searchin' to believe

Ah!