Fantasy

In the middle of the night,

His song will seduce,

The wind will sing,

A haunting song,

To draw you closer,

And away from home.

They’ll tell you not to listen,

They’ll tell you all to pray,

For every night his song will die,

At the break of day,

He’ll set your heart a flutter,

He’ll promise you his love,

But always he will know,

With him you don’t belong,

So in the light of day

He’ll disappear without a trace,

He will leave you broken down,

And leave you without face,

So when you see him in your dreams,  

Keep one thing on your mind,

He is nothing more than a fantasy,

A lover for your dreams.