The perception of love lies to us as truth.
A state of utopia and earthly paradise produced.
It's this perception that sits us on phantom horses
To chase the stars in the skies. 

The determination to attain such riches our heart tries. 
If love is blind, then we choose to be blind, 
If for but a moment to be in its space...in its time, 
Though we're in a mist. 

Even if the fog makes us fools 
We?re willing to risk the danger- for a kiss. 
Although the kiss might be but a few seconds, 
But in that moment of space it seems a lifetime...

The world rewritten... your life redefined.
Therefore I say the thoughts of people are vain, 
Though they think they're wise, 
Vanity falls like dry rain...from clear skies.