Illusion
in a forest known as heartbreak
in a clearing in the wood
'cross a pathway called confusion
toward the garden of delight
You'll reach the river of desire
and meekly try and cross it
while the valley of love
keeps avoiding you
because it's only an illusion
only an illusion
Upon the hill of high ideals
you begin to wonder if it's real
you are reaching sleep's oasis
you begin to wonder how you feel
But it happens so quickly
it doesn't fit into your scenes
tossin' and turnin'
the star of so many scenes
it's only an illusion
it's only an illusion