Texty písní Blues Traveler

Blues Traveler

Sadly A Fiction

And when the day begins

I need her to begin me

She's hell for leather when

I let her see what's in me

It's so addicting there's no predicting

What's she's going to do or say

By the Gods that made her I can't persuade her

But she'll do it for me anyway

She isn't real, no I've never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Ah but still, I can't forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem

Sadly a fiction my predilection

For her arrival

She'll smile politely then only slightly

To my would-be rival

There's no denying that I am dying

For a chance to be her faith

It's almost tragic to hope for magic

But still something in me waits

She isn't real, no I've never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Oh, but still I can't forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem

She isn't real, no I've never met her

Simply a hope, perchance to dream

Ah but still, I can't forget her

Hope springs eternal it would seem