The window looked out onto a pattern, never ending
A flower and trees and little pathways far descending
To the garden far below us the pavilions in the sunlight
Where the peacocks proudly grace the scene
The vision a timeless place, another way of living
You moved in so close, I really thought that you were giving
I allowed myself a moment to believe that you could leave me
To reflect upon what might have been
The summer sky I saw reflected in the color of your eyes
But somehow I could never peel away the layers of disguise
I'm drowning now I'm slowly sinking in a sea of blue and green
Where what you are is never seen how can anybody know you?
I still hear the ringing of the church bells in the morning
The peacocks still crying out their sad and bitter warning
Beauty's only an illusion here your truth is an intrusion
A mirage is all it's ever been