I’m (G#m)wo ven in a fan ta sy.

I (D#m)can’t be lieve the things I see.

The (F#)path that I have cho sen now has (Bmaj7)led me to a wall.

And (G#m6)with each pass ing day ing I feel a (Bb7sus)lit tle more like (Eb)some thing dear was (Bb7sus)lost.

It (Cbmaj7)ris es now be (Db)fore ter me, a (Cbmaj7)dark and si lent (Db)bar ri er be (Eb)tween

(Fm7)all I (Eb)am and (Ebm)all that I would (E)ev er want to (Cb)be.

It’s just a (Db)trav es (Eb)ty,

(Fm7)tow er (Ebm)ing, and mark ing off the (E)bound a ries my (Db)spir it

I would e (Eb)rase.

To (G#m)pass be yond is what I seek.

I (D#m)fear that I may be too weak.

And (F#)those are few who’ve seen it through to (Bmaj7)glimpse the oth er side.

The (G#m6)prom ised land is wait ure like a a (Bb7sus)maid en that is (Eb)soon to be a (Bb7sus)bride.

The (Cbmaj7)mo ment is a (Db)mas with piece; the (Cbmaj7)weight of in de (Db)ci sion’s in the (Eb)air,

(Fm7)stand ing (Eb)there, the (Ebm)sym bol and the (E)sum of all that’s (Cb)me.

It’s just a (Db)trav es (Eb)ty,

(Fm7)tow er (Ebm)ing, and block ing out the (E)light and blind ing (Db)me.

it

There want to (Eb)see.

To (Eb)loss.