We fantazises.
Yes, we dream.
We hope way down for so many things.

Some states, they want the house with the white picket fence.
But in many in existence, love isn't there.

Many put a front.
Yes, many in life pretends.
Hiding in a house, with a white picket fence.
Where love has disaapeared?

All they see is work.
But don't work at the love.
All they see is mortage,
Without trying to keep love there.

Within the house with the white picket fence.