Of Illusions

You used to be my home

We'd think up the most terrific stories

Making plans and looking the world down the neckline

Now something's missing

Remember the old bus stop

It was a mecca for drunkards, one day heroes

So many times we'd cry up there staining our shirts

With cheap red wine

Now i look at you but i cannot see you

You soak up your life like a sponge

And me, well... i'll drink up another coffee

I'll keep on wasting my faith

Let's write our words up on the wall

'cos the great thoughts don't come back

Leave them here let them flow

They will matter there

An interview with you i've seen in that colour magazine

Confident of what you want

You'll make investments

The winner takes it all, takes it all