England Seemed Like Such A Beautiful Place From Afar

Until One Day I Went And Saw How Miserabely How Things Really Are

All Fantastic Images They Only Are Apparent

Propagated Just By Hope And Desire To Share It

Beauty 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 By Desperate Hope 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 You're 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 By Desperate Hope

And The Need To Share It