The Sweetest Illusion Songtext
von Basia

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 now is 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 taste more like Dom Pérignon
Every dead end street's an ocean boulevard

And the cup that once appeared half empty
Has become a cup that is half full
Where there was a space there now is 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
Love is (love is) the sweetest (the sweetest) illusion (illusion)
Love is (love is) the sweetest (love is) illusion, illusion

And the cup that once appeared half empty
Has become a cup that is half full
Where there was a space there now is plenty
You′re a lucky sign ascending, no one does for me what you do
No one does for me what you do

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, what is real?

(Love is) and black is white (the sweetest) and red is green (illusion)
I don't care which way around it is supposed to be
(Love is) I close my eyes (the sweetest) but I can see (illusion)
Mhm, yeah
Love is, love is, love is the sweetest illusion
That we have in the world, whoa, whoa, woo

(Love is) the more I look (the sweetest) the more I see (illusion)
From where I stand, my world is looking good to me
(Love is) the more I touch (the sweetest) the more I feel(illusion)