the golden summer sand
is not as bright as your hair
the sea is not blue
if you are missing there
if only i could not just make things up
ooh my imaginary
the violets open up
when you are just passing them
your smile can heal the wounds
it's cure and it's the cause of pain
if only i could not just make things up
ooh my imaginary love
if only i could not just make things up
ooh my imaginary love
and it will remain unsaid
just because it's all in my head