My Fairyland

My mind is elsewhere
In a vacant fairyland
Where love is a flair
And there's just beautiful sand

It travels for miles
On broken glass
And there are no smiles
Because they do not last

When I am there
In my absent little world
I forget to care
Because my mind becomes curled

And even when I'm gone
I feel somewhat phased
Because it's one thing to act on
And another to play the game...