In a forest known as heartbreak. In a clearing in the wood. 'Cross a pathway called confusion. Toward the garden of delight. You'll reach the river of desire. And meekly try and cross it. While the valley of love. Keeps avoiding you. Because it's only an illusion. Only an illusion. Upon the hill of high ideals. You begin to wonder if it's real. You are reaching sleep's oasis. You begin to wonder how you feel. But it happens so quickly. It doesn't fit into your scenes. Tossin' and turnin'. The star of so many scenes. It's only an illusion. It's only an illusion. .