Fantasy is keeping me alive
Laying me down, my thoughts have wings like butterflies
Fictional healing, realized
Ooh, ooh
He was an oak tree shading my ground
Constant as leaves turning wind into sound
I loved him once, but God turned her notice in
So I travelled south just to kiss the sun with skin
Fear tastes like berries stained on your mouth
The cure sounds like angels singing above
I touched fate once, it was swaying in the wind
And it told me, "Baby, your will can never win"
Fantasy is keeping me alive
Laying me down, my thoughts have wings like butterflies
Fictional healing, realized
Ooh, ooh
Fantasy is keeping me alive
Down, my thoughts have wings like butterflies (My thoughts have wings like butterflies)
Ooh, ooh
I touched fate once, it was swaying in the wind
And it told me, "Baby, your will can never win"
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