Fantasy

It's the day of
Get dressed
Lace gloves
White dress
Come one, come all
Can't you see she's the bell of the ball?
So get up cuz it's the song that you paid for
Get up and take your place on the dance floor
We hope the choice you've made will pan out this time

You dance until you scream
Bright lit color schemes
But nothing's shining through
And nothing's what is seems
You dance until you bleed
Lost in your own dream
Wake from this reverie
From your fantasy

Groom's side (Groom's side)
Top dollar (Top dollar)
Black tie (Black tie)
White collar (White collar)
Boutonniere (Boutonniere)
White flower
Can't you see that he's the man of the hour?

So get up cuz it's the song that you paid for
Get up and take your place on the dance floor
We hope that everything will work out just fine

You dance until you scream
Bright lit color scheme
But nothing's shining through
And nothing's what is seems
You dance until you bleed
Lost in your own dream
Wake from this reverie
From your fantasy

Faking smiles
Walking down the aisle
And all the while, you're both in denial
When the evening's over and we go back home
Sleeping side-by-side, but still alone

You dance until you scream
Bright lit color schemes
But nothing's shining through
And nothing's what is seems
You dance until you bleed
Lost in your own dream
Wake from this reverie
From your fantasy



Credits
Writer(s): John Joseph Wilmarth, Martin Daniel O'connor
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