The Sweetest Illusion

bread and butter tastes more like it could be cordon bleu
mona lisa's smiling like a cheshire cat
even johnny rocker sounds today like nat king cole
every yellow taxi's like a cadillac
and the cup that once appeared half empty
has become a cup that is half full
where there was a space there is now plenty
you're a lucky sign ascending -- no one does for me what you do
love is the sweetest illusion
love is the sweetest illusion
every innuendo seems to be in semaphore
monday mornings turn into a mardi gras
and a glass of soda tastes more like dom perignon
every dead end street's an ocean boulevard
the more i look the more i see
and i don't mind if my senses are deceiving me
the more i touch the more i feel
who cares what is imaginary and what is real
if black is white and red is green
i don't care which way around it is supposed to be
i close my eyes but i can see...
the more i look the more i see
from where i stand my world is looking good to me
the more i touch the more i feel
don't want to know what is true what's make believe...