The Sweetest Illusion — текст песни (Basia)

bread and butter tastes more like it could be _cordon bleu_
mona lisa`s smiling like a cheshire cat
even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
every yellow taxi`s like a cadillac

and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you`re a lucky sign ascending--
no one does for me what you do

love is the sweetest illusion

every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
and a glass of soda taste more like dom perignon
every dead end street`s an ocean boulevard

the more i look the more i see
and i don`t mind if my senses are deceiving me
the more i touch the more i feel
who cares what is imaginary and what is real
if black is white and red is green
i don`t care which way around it is supposed to be
i close my eyes but i can see...

the more i look the more i see
form where i stand my world is looking
good to me
the more i touch the more i feel
don`t want to know that is true what`s
make believe...