Fantasy [Domu Remix]

I had a chance to glance in another direction When I turned around He was gone Black Kashmir jumper draped over his shoulder The way he lit his cigarette, the way he shook his match Always on his handy boy, god the way he smoked I just knew the kind of discrete dirty jokes he'd go for The way he held, way he held It's the way held his cigarettes Flustered by phones of ringing Dirty white vans keep passing Thunder rolling lighting flashing Then a shot of sunlight frames him, am I starstruck? The way his hair was tied back, jet black, blackest of black The way he rolled downhill, the crucifix was resting on his soul Flustered by phones of ringing Dirty white vans keep passing Thunder rolling lighting flashing Then a shot of sunlight frames him, am I starstruck? Flustered by the falls of rain Dirty white vans keep passing Thunder rolling lighting flashing Then a shot of sunlight frames him, am I starstruck? Chasing my security He can not eternity To the land I can go free Here I go again Chasing my security He can not eternity To the land I can go free Here I go again Toying with my fantasy Gambling with my sanity Chasing my security Here I go again Toying with my fantasy Gambling with my sanity Chasing my security Here I go again