there is a place i visit on some nights when the world sleeps when the world sleeps there is a place i visit on some nights when the world sleeps when the world sleeps sun steals the memory of that distant space i m left with a hint of a taste i have a memory of heaven but it s thinnin like smoke on the wind and i m startin to doubt it i m thinkin it might never have been but the strong desire keeps my feet a movin the fire it is not an illusion but the strong desire keeps my feet a movin the fire it is not an illusion but the strong desire keeps my feet a movin the fire it is not an illusion