not really his song... it belong to Mercedes Ferrer talks about how she misses the act of love... how everything it was a fantasy and how the love one it was never what she thought it was...
fantasy is you
a far away memory
that i have saved in some place
my theater is you
an act with out a public
with out claps and no fiction
the truth i never found it
where i thought it would be
and the dreams in life
it was always so truth....
you, my illusion is you
a star that
shines the heart
I saw the magic in your eyes and
is a touch to my skin
is crazy the kiss
in your mouth of honey
in a circus of kisses
fantasy is a theater
is my illusion
not really his song... it belong to Mercedes Ferrer talks about how she misses the act of love... how everything it was a fantasy and how the love one it was never what she thought it was...
fantasy is you a far away memory that i have saved in some place
my theater is you an act with out a public with out claps and no fiction
the truth i never found it where i thought it would be and the dreams in life
it was always so truth....
you, my illusion is you a star that shines the heart
I saw the magic in your eyes and is a touch to my skin is crazy the kiss in your mouth of honey in a circus of kisses fantasy is a theater is my illusion