Fascination and Fantasy

thought I was thinking straight. It's always how this goes. Say I won't

misbehave, but I lose control. Late at night, you're calling for

me. Every time playing make-believe. That we'll get it right,

who are we fooling? Call it what it is, babe.

A simple fascination , our own imagination, a fantasy.

A fantasy. A fantasy. Coming right back to you. Seems like the

thing to do. When I run from the truth, it's you I'm listening to.

Late at night, you're calling for me. Every time playing make-believe.