作词 : Tim Baker
作曲 : Tim Baker
lean on the reins of your chariot
come into the place where we're needing it
and don't go slow

take this weight, lift the yoke away
knit up my skin, make the bruises fade
then let me rest, my trials met

close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving

you know the fields they walked are poisoned or gone
and the dream they sold us we never saw
no woodfence white, no blooming bride
no stars through the harsh lights

but close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving
never mind them, the fantasy is surviving
close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving