THE ILLUSION
 
Written & performed by Witold Chandra
except
 
Trumpet: Martin Uddeborg

 

Let me tell you a story of love that never died
How could I forget you although you did misguide
And so I’ve cried and I’ve cried and I’ve cried
You are my favourite lie

Let me tell you a secret: it doesn’t work out well
I should have stayed your best friend instead I bid farewell
And so I fell and I fell and I fell into my private hell

I’m sure your eyes didn’t perceive my subtle dedication, yet sometimes sometimes
I’m still high on belief without communication, but sometimes just sometimes

You should be my secret I’ll keep until it ends
Something I could worship something that ascends
But it depends it depends it depends on if I manage to make amends

Usually I suffer am constantly bereft
of hope and inspiration you are my greatest theft
That just left that just left that just left me in a fathomless cleft

On the day we parted I did nothing to confess
No courageous action never gave my soul a rest
Tracking tracking tracking for the memories I adore
Knocking knocking knocking on every possible door

I’m sure your eyes didn’t perceive my subtle dedication, yet sometimes sometimes
I’m still high on belief without communication, but sometimes just sometimes

It’s a paradise

 

 

 

 
 
 

Spiral

The Final Exit
2005