The Sweetest Illusion Songtext

von Basia

Bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
Mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
Even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
Every yellow taxi's like a cadillac

And the cup that once appeared half empty
Has become a cup that is half full
Where there was a space there is now plenty
You're a lucky sign ascending--
No one does for me what you do

Love is the sweetest illusion

Every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
Monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
And a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
Every dead end street's an ocean boulevard

The more I look the more I see
And I don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
The more I touch the more I feel
Who cares what is imaginary and what is real
If black is white and red is green
I don't care which way around it is supposed to be
I close my eyes but I can see...

The more I look the more I see
Form where I stand my world is looking
Good to me
The more I touch the more I feel
Don't want to know that is true what's
Make believe...