England seemed like such a beautiful place from afar 
Until one day I went and saw how miserabely how things really are 
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent 
Propagated just by hope and desire to share it 
Beauty was the allure that brought me close to you 
Loneliness was the bond that made me stick like glue 
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent 
Promoted by desperate hope that things are somewhere better 
I don't have a thing against fantasy 
But to chase it down just don't make sense to me 
If you're only hope is simply peace and love 
You end up discarding most of what you're made of 
All Fantastic Images they only are apparent 
Promoted by desperate hope 
And the need to share it