Gone away are the golden days
Just a page in my diary
So here I am, a utopian citizen
Still convinced there’s no such thing as idealism

Memories they’re following me like a shadow now
And I’m dreaming
And I’ve already suffered the fever of disbelief

I’ve seen your act
And I know all the facts
I’m still in love with who I wish you were
It ain’t hard to see
Who you are underneath
I’m still in love with who I wish you were
And I wish you were here