Illusion

Knock,, knock,,

Knocking at your door

Wanna take control

Got a groove

Down so smooth

To cherish, to share.

But don't hold up,

Don't hope.

Cos this girl, just won't care.

She has running running runs runs,

'til no ache left behind.

Quitting off the dark, crawling to the light,

and banging banging bangs bangs, loud, at your door.

In silence she shouts,

" Lemme' in or I'm out!"

She's reaching reaching, seek, found

through the depth of your soul

Glaze you, bless you, wrap you,

in the real pure of joy.

Touch you, free you, burn you,

with the warmth of its all.

Just 'til there, came thunder.

And by thunder,

She's gone.

Don't wonder, don't ask,

cos she's there, but a ghost.