Fantasy - Violet Hill

Your mind’s like a fog

A deep grumsy fog, where the starlight is hard to see

A bottomless hole where the thoughts never grow

Just the plants of your sweet, holy weed

Only bad days at your schedule

Only issues with the ground

Wrapped in blankets which are stolen

Oh, your scars are marks for life

There’s a dealer here in town

Who’s like an angel when you’re down

Tell me now what is your plan

Are you gonna leave all this behind

Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy

Takes you higher

Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed

Takes you higher

Walking down the pretty streets

People moving — you’re a disease

What’s the deal, it’s your relief

Spire rock in heavy seas

Oh, there’s a dealer here in town

Who’s like an angel when you’re down

Tell me now what is your plan

Are you gonna leave all this behind

Your fa- fa- fa- fa- fantasy

Takes you higher

Your ho- ho- ho- ho- holy weed

Takes you higher

Takes you higher

Takes you higher

Higher, higher

You take me higher

You take me higher

Higher