It's so much easier to live in a dream,
or a fantasy of some kind
than it is to open your eyes to reality,
not ever days can be roses and wine,

they say that love is blind,
it's so much easier to believe in Love's sweet lies,
than it is to open your eyes,
and find,

that everyone doesn't always play fair
in games of love and war,
and you don't always get what you wish for
under that star,
And the reality that love sometime dies,
or that the heart doesn't always love wise,
and that it ends sometime,
lovers don't always mean what they say
not every day can be roses and wine



Sometime you have to pay the devil his dues,
they say that some of us are born to lose,
Let me be able to say,
I can take off my shoes and dance in Love's dust,
and play in the rain like a child,
I can still play by the flame,
when love 's fire grows wild,

there are clouds sometime,
but they may have a silver line,
behind them the sun still can shine
through the rain,

and in a mountain,
they say you can find,
diamonds and a gold vein,
not ever day is sunshine,
not every day can be roses and wine