From the very start we’re told
A lie we’re taught to have and hold “from this day forth”
It casts its spell and then we’re sold
But years will be unkind
We learn we cannot push rewind or take things back
We’re helpless and blind
All because

It’s the grandest illusion
A sympathetic liar
The damnedest delusion
Our heart’s desire
A poet’s disease

Is Hollywood to blame?
Does every story end the same?
Is expectation just too high to play the game?
It may be we both changed
But tell it to my face if there’s another reason
Don’t go saying it’s just a phase, no...

It’s the grandest illusion
A sympathetic liar
The damnedest delusion
Our heart’s desire

Unconditional, metaphysical
It’s the greatest liar
Purely physical, simply chemical
Caught in the wires

It’s the grandest illusion
A sympathetic liar
The damnedest delusion
Our heart’s desire
Just an outlandish confusion
Don’t we ever tire?
The heart’s greatest pollution
We keep aiming higher
A poet’s disease
A fatal disease...