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