"Gone away are the golden days. And just a page in my diary. So here I am a utopian citizen. I’m, I'm still convinced.. There's no such thing as idealism Memories they're following me like a shadow now, And I'm dreamin' Cause I've already suffered the fever of disbelief. I've seen your act. And I know all the facts. I'm still in love with who I wish you were. It ain't hard to see, Who you are underneath. I'm still in love with who I wish you were, And I wish you were here."