Imagination

You sit candlelit where I can see you
I won't leave until you leave

I swear I made you up inside of my head
Cause real doesn't feel this good

Soon I'll see all this passion
Lands in the hell of my imagination

I drop like a rubber bullet
And you pass, pockets for your keys

Have a nice drive home
Just leave me dreamy in the snow

Soon I'll see all this passion
Lands in the hell of my imagination