My eyes are burning for what I see I can't believe
What forces are at work here
If I see why should I believe
Once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
Why can't I decide
My sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life
My heart was yearning
For the feeling of enlightenment
But when I'm immersed in it
Is it real or foul deceit
Once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
Why can't I decide
My sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life
No it won't be the last lost illusion
Dis-enchanted I am
Defending
No it won't be the last impending
The ending
In the sweet days of spring
Just as the sun was starting to kick in
Yes I was a fool
And I always imagined it so that all the cards I needed would be in my hands
But time it flows through our hand like sand
Just as I identified the moment as a beginning
Well that was when it already started to end
And a feeling was growing inside of me
No it won't be the last lost illusion
Dis-enchanted I am
Defending
No it won't be the last impending
The ending
No it won't be the last lost illusion
Dis-enchanted I am
Defending
No it won't be the last impending
The ending
I must be learning
Ah yes, because it's fading
Once again I'm standing at the crossroads and I sigh
Why can't I decide
My sweet vision of freedom is a butterfly's cry from the realities of life