And then I woke up in a paradise where fools can remember my name
And then I celebrate in cellophane and burn books and things with your name
And then I woke up, woke up to the memo
That your love did nothing but be my aid in a world full of pain
Maybe it's love, or maybe I'm a little bit delusional
Maybe I'm holding onto a feeling that I used to know
But is it real?
Or is it fantasy?
Cause loving you back to life will be the death of me