No I don't lack ambition Can't you see what I hate That it's you who is sinking Locked behind iron gates You should know, you're falling into fiction I can tell your'e on, you're on some foolish mission * Your black eyed soul, you should know That there's nowhere else to go My black eyed boy you will find Your own space and time You call me supersticious, tie me up with your deceit I could never be malicious Tought I seem so bittersweet You should know, you're falling into fiction I can tell you're on some foolish mission (* Repeat) You should know, you're falling into fiction I can tell you're on some foolish mission (* Repeat)