Trevor Morris Follow

Reasons there are none
Try the whiskey made of grain
When all is said and done
It all amounts to just the same

There in your starry eyes
Lie hopes that have been betrayed

The cause of your desire
Can also lead to your demise
When all is said and done
It will be you, who pays the price

As countless fools are often loathe to testify
It's an illusion of life
The whole cause of our demise

Sail to the stars on your shining desires

Lucretia waits in vain
For the child of her dreams
Within her aching womb
There burns a funeral pyre

There in your starry eyes
Lie hopes that have been betrayed

The prize that you claim
Can never be yours to take
Like castles in Spain
Hope is all that will remain

I abstain from the fools paradise
It's an illusion of life
The whole cause of our desires

Fools are often loathe to testify
It's an illusion of life
The whole cause of our demise

Contemplate the world
And its traitors to the soul
The forces of derision
And its legions manifold

Usurpers of the crown
All pretenders to the throne
Your world has lived in chains
All in one, one in all

All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all

All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all
All in one, one in all

Fools are often loathe to testify
It's an illusion of life
The whole cause of our demise

It's an illusion of life
It's an illusion of life
It's an illusion of life
It's an illusion of life

Reasons there are none