Underneath a sheet of blue Hiding in the nearness of you Love to place a lonely jewel Fades away from me too soon I'm in too deep to see To touch, to hold, to feel And oh what love this could be But the sun shines cold on me Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions Second hand these answers come Doesn't matter where they come from Warmer when we get undone Love remains a smoking gun I'm in too deep to see To touch, to hold, to feel And oh what love this could be But the sun shines cold on me Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions Illusions