Fantasy - James McCartney

Someone’s standing at the window

Someone’s looking at me, oh

Tell myself no need to worry

It’s all a fantasy

Come lately, I’ve been wondering what it’s all about

You show me but I don’t know how to work it out

I’m carrying all my problems on my shoulders

But I’m finding my way back home

Someone’s standing at the window

Someone’s looking at me, oh

Tell myself no need to worry

It’s all a fantasy

Come lately, I’ve been wondering what it’s all about

You show me but I don’t know how to work it out

I’m carrying all my problems on my shoulders

But I’m finding my way back home

Someone’s standing at the window

Someone’s looking at me, oh

Tell myself no need to worry

It’s all a fantasy