When the World Sleeps

There is a place I visit on some nights

When the world sleeps

When the world sleeps

There is a place I visit on some nights

When the world sleeps

When the world sleeps

Sun steals the memory

Of that distant space

I'm left with a hint of a taste

I have a memory of heaven,

But it's thinning like smoke on the wind

And I'm starting to doubt it

I'm thinking it might never have been

But the strong desire keeps my feet moving

The fire is not an illusion

But the strong desire keeps my feet moving

The fire is not an illusion

But the strong desire keeps my feet moving

The fire is not an illusion