Gone away are the golden days
 Just a page in my diary
 So here I am, a utopian citizen
 Still convinced there's no such thing as idealism

 Memories they're following me like a shadow now
 And I'm dreaming 
 And I've already suffered the fever of disbelief

 I've seen your act
 And I know all the facts
 I'm still in love with who I wish you were 
 It ain't hard to see
 Who you are underneath
 I'm still in love with who I wish you were
 And I wish you were here

 I was [bad word] as the sky is blue
 I couldn't soon say the same for you
 So now I find denial in my eyes
 I'm mesmerized by the picture that's in my mind

 Tell me when I'll finally see your shallow heart
 For what it is
 Cause I don't want to keep on believing in illusions

 [bad word] 

 Sometimes I can't explain
 And I'm so sorry that I can't
 I'll try to concentrate
 On your [bad word] identity

 [bad word]