Foreign Air - Illusion

I’ve got my heroes and my heroes are dead
I’ve got my crosses and they’re burning my hands
Yeah man we fell off the break of dawn
It’s an illusion, it’s all just smoke and mirrors
I don’t wanna loose you, it’s an illusion
I’ve got big dreams of rolling the dice
We’re all living to die, you know
It’s an illusion
I hardly hear it though the sound is so shrill
It echoes out inside the house that you’ve built
Yeah man we fell off the break of dawn
Sandpaper walls close in on patrons of fear
Out of a tear-duct falls the memory of thrill
Yeah man she fell off the break of dawn
Yeah man she fell off to the break of dawn