There's a mortal sin... I'd say there's a better day
Desert land... outpace, lighter shade of age
Empty space... where no one ever knows
Foreign place... I swear I know

Fantasy can burn, passion can return
But I'll keep...

Lethal words of pain... tonight, sleep instead awake
Letter change... I write, making grave mistakes
Indescribable... not describable
Except pain... -ain

Fantasy can burn, passion can return
But I'll keep... what works... what works... what works
No... no... right now

Melody of sound... it's all the same, I can't differentiate
The sock I found... to play, a simpler way it ain't
So mundane... I-I can't see more to reign
Such a new found cliche

Fantasy can burn, passion can return
But I'll keep... what works... what works... what works
No... no... no... right now
Hmmmm, right now... right, right now