Lyrics
A mystical maker of schemes, excuse me for the strange things i do
the chances are so very few
to let it take me one more time
emotionally on my means
To let it take me one more time, unable to understand, the chances are so very few
when you re near
No more than a grain of sand, that fantasy drives us mad, it really can t be so bad
Reality loses its hold, a mystical maker of schemes
that fantasy drives us mad
To let it take me one more time, a mystical maker of schemes
And while i know, but what goes on inside your mind
that fantasy drives us mad
to let it take me one more time
Emotionally on my means, excuse me for the strange things i do, emotionally on my means
The chances are so very few, and lost on the beach of your land
Reality loses its hold, when you re near
And while i know, and loneliness tears at my soul Junior, and lost on the beach of your land
I m drowning in an ocean of you, and while i know
Emotionally on my means, that fantasy drives us mad
But what goes on inside your mind, and while i know, unable to understand
I m drowning in an ocean of you, when you re near Excuse, the chances are so very few
That fantasy drives us mad, but what goes on inside your mind
And loneliness tears at my soul, and while i know, to let it take me one more time
Unable to understand, but what goes on inside your mind
And while i know, but what goes on inside your mind
That fantasy drives us mad, reality loses its hold Excuse, when you re near
i m drowning in an ocean of you
Reality loses its hold, a mystical maker of schemes, no more than a grain of sand
It really can t be so bad, the chances are so very few
And loneliness tears at my soul, and loneliness tears at my soul