It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's just something to say

I was sleeping with this condition of being
This and of being deceived
I woke only to find her erroneous perception
Of what reality really is
I thought her lips might lead to Utah
I thought her eyes might lead me home
I thought her hips might be the future
I thought her sighs would lead me to my own soul
I thought her mind might lead me our of wonder
I thought her heart might distract me from the void
And from the void, make the perfect diversion
An often pacifying sight
But when she cheats softly, carelessly for me
She cheats to make an idol of this perversion of light

It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's just something to say

An engine is mistaken for laughter
Milk bottles for music
Jamaican rum
A stone is mistaken for an anchoring
Your highest kind of illusion
A woman mistaken for clay
Clay mistaken for soil in which crops can appear
Beneath the skies you can imagine in Spring
The world itself behind it's own eyes
A dry, barren, falsehood-ed thing
A dry, barren, false, hooded thing

It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's just something to say

I thought her lips might lead to Utah
I thought her eyes might lead me home
I thought her hips might be the future
I thought her sighs would lead me to my own soul
I thought her mind might lead me our of wonder
I thought her heart might distract me from the void
And from the void, make the perfect diversion
An often pacifying sight
But when she cheats so softly, carelessly for me
She cheats to make an idol of this perversion of light
This perversion of the light

It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's an illusion
It's just something to say