I live in a fantasy,

so it seems so it seems,

I live in a fantasy it seems.

I live in a gold home of silver it gleams,

and I've built it from the clay of my dreams. 

Through the shimmer, I seek through, I seek through,

Through the silver shimmer I see through-

The golden spark of sunlight,

the translucent beam of daylight,

to illuminate the crimson eyes of You.