Sugar trees, golden leaves,
light blue seas, and tumbleweeds.
Candles aflame, eternity of fame,
a peaceful cave, with all kinds of things.

Lovely songs, about doing no wrong,
pain is gone, and love is strong.
Morning dew, birds chirping too,
and the thought about having you...

But it's all a dream,
nothing's real.
Except the tears,
and the torture I feel.
Cannot escape,
this horrid place.
Your lovely face,
it all got taken away.
But it's my fault!
Yeah, it's my fault.

A fire burned down all the trees,
and a plague dried up all my seas.
Then it rained and put my candles out,
flooded my cave and covered it in clouds.

My stereo got washed and all the birds fled,
the pain is back and the love is dead.
Nothing but mud in this wasteland has grew,
all because of the thought of losing you...