There is a place I visit on some nights
When the world sleeps
When the world sleeps
There is a place I visit on some nights
When the world sleeps
When the world sleeps
Sun steals the memory
of that distant space
I'm left with a hint of a taste
I have a memory of heaven,
but it's thinning like smoke on the wind
And I'm starting to doubt it
I'm thinking it might never have been
But the strong desire keeps my feet moving
The fire is not an illusion
But the strong desire keeps my feet moving
The fire is not an illusion
But the strong desire keeps my feet moving
The fire is not an illusion