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 turn wind into sound
I loved him once, but God turned to notice him
So I traveled south just to kiss the Sun with skin

Fear tastes like berries stained on your mouth
The cure sounds like angels singing about
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