And here we are Where mirages are all man-made Where dreams can kill And love is always too late
She's a runaway looking for better days But no one told her the truth about this place Sand turns to liquor, water turns to wine You thought different but for you‚ this isn't paradise Teardrops that disappear into an ocean That doesn't really care about you Everyone wants to be a flower in the desert But there's only water out there for a few
So here we are Where mirages are all man-made Where dreams can kill And love is always too late So here we are Where mirages are all man-made Some will be able to pay in spades But for you‚ this isn't paradise
A girl gone rogue with a face designed for Vogue But the beauty's just a bandage‚ she's all alone And if she feels the spotlight she'll find that some can burn The game is never-ending once you get your turn The glitter and fame And if you turn around, it fades away You can have it all depending On if you can pay a high price
So here we are Where mirages are all man-made Where dreams can kill And love is always too late So here we are Where mirages are all man-made Some will be able to pay in spades But for you‚ this isn't paradise
Compositores: Armond Arabshahi (Vafa Sobhani), Christopher Douglas Youngblood, Mona Arabshahi ECAD: Obra #23809191