Fantasy
IVY JO HUNTER, WILLIAM STEVENSON
Did I dream
Or was it real
All traces disappear
A smoke screen
A veil of tears
To wash away the years
Whatever the cause now baby
I promise I can make it alright
And I'll be your fantasy
The light in your window
Tells me there's somebody home
Is it you and him
I don't want to see you sharing your love
With no one else but me
Did I do wrong
Was it all in vain
Is all I need to know
Then I'll walk away
And cure the day
And hang my head in shame
I'm sick of the fight now baby
Maybe I should try to give in
