Underneath a sheet of blue
Hiding in the nearness of you
Love to place a lonely jewel
Fades away from me too soon
I'm in too deep to see
To touch, to hold, to feel
And oh what love this could be
But the sun shines cold on me
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Second hand these answers come
Doesn't matter where they come from
Warmer when we get undone
Love remains a smoking gun
I'm in too deep to see
To touch, to hold, to feel
And oh what love this could be
But the sun shines cold on me
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
Illusions
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