The Art Of Idealism Lyrics - Jo Tomlinson

I tend to fall in love 

With only just the image of 

The perfect, quintessential love ideal 

The fiction that I reproduce 

Is something that I'll hold you to 

A pedestal of fanciful untruth 

You don't know 

What it's like to see 

All the best in you 

But the worst in me and 

You don't know 

What it's like to dream 

Of the perfect scene 

Well, I'm only dreaming 

Be careful where you're going, boy 

You don't know what you're in for 

I tend to give a little more 

Than you bargained for 

I'll love the you that isn't here 

The fabricated gold veneer 

That fades into the atmosphere 

My dear 

You don't know 

What it's like to see 

All the best in you 

But the worst in me and 

You don't know 

What it's like to dream 

Of the perfect scene 

Well, I'm only dreaming