Make-Believe
Narayán García Campos
I look up the sky
And all I see
A deep violet
Just like your lips
Your body in my arms
Is everything
A painting
This oil is never dry
'Cause since you left
Here I stay
It's a world of
Fantasy
It's a world of
Make-believe
Dreaming of you
Thinking of you
It's a world of
Fantasy
It's a world of
Make-believe
We cross the space
Ever so shiny
We touch the stars
And get all numb
But I have a secret
I won't tell you
We are paper planes
Falling down
'Cause since you left
Here I stay
It's a world of
Fantasy
It's a world of
Make-believe
Dreaming of you
Thinking of you
It's a world of
Fantasy
It's a world of
Make-believe