I’ve walked the world in search of love,
I’ve sailed the seven seas.
But all I found was broken dreams
To frame my memories.

And anyway, just what is love?
A mirage, that is all.
Much like a cup of sparkling wine
Which quickly turns to gall.

Still, there’s need for this illusion.
Some lies are sweet to drink,
While the truth is very often
Just emptiness, I think.