Sat on the shop counter next to the till
Slowly lift my head to see guitars on the wall
Now it's black and white in the dark
My eyes are heavy but so alive
Excitement in mind
Keeps my blood from running dry
There's nothing that that you need to see
Imagination is suppose to be judgement free
Can't help the way I feel
The fantasy burns, it's a chemical
Gracefully my hand pulls back the black hair
A fresh cigarette on the tip of the tongue
Now it's black and white in the dark
My eyes so heavy but so alive
Excitement in mind
Keeps my blood from running dry
There's nothing that that you need to see
Imagination is suppose to be judgement free
Can't help the way I feel
The fantasy burns
There's nothing that that you need to see
Imagination is suppose to be judgement free
Can't help the way I feel
The fantasy burns, it's a chemical
Thoughts become the words, become the habits, become actions
Thoughts become the words, become the habit-built reactions
Thoughts become the words, become the habits, become actions
Reinforce the thrill and release a chain-reaction
There's nothing that that you need to see
Imagination is suppose to be judgement free
Can't help the way I feel
The fantasy burns, it's a chemical
Nothing that that you need to see
Imagination is suppose to be judgement free
Can't help the way I feel
The fantasy burns, it's a chemical