Optical Illusion (A SONG REVISITED)

a song—alternative/shoegaze—key of C

worlds collide in a land of fantasy

i can see it in your eyes

smooth sounds swim off soft lips

i wish i could dream of times like these

but there is no time

here's to the thieves that ruin lives
i will not dream or sleep tonight
everything makes me come clean
that's not what i want

talks and rhymes are so surreal
they venture up above the stars
the hanging motion from my necktie
keeps the Duchess on her feet
and off her stool in smokey bars

here's to the thieves that ruin lives
i will not dream or sleep tonight
everything makes me come clean
that's not what i want

i can't decide if i will try
to use this feeling to cloud my mind
so i'll take a drink to keep it around

when hollers come around in credit cards
the sentimental walls keep coming down
my watchband is tight, it's bony
making my right hand turn red
just like all graffiti in this town

here's to the thieves that ruin lives
i will not dream or sleep tonight
everything makes me come clean
that's not what i want

i can't decide if i will try
to use this feeling to cloud my mind
so i'll take a drink to keep it around