My friends say she's sophisticated and free, Never fall for an outlaw like menToo high and refined, I'm just wastin' my time, Forget hernnBut I'm kind of caught in the webnthe lady has gone to my headnI no longer cope, I'm a prisoner of hope since I met hernnCHORUS:nI'm a prisoner of hope, just trying to win the smile in her eyes, the touch of her skinnshe would discount me as one of her friendsnsomehow I know where the friendship would endnwith her in my arms and her by my side nwith her in my days and her in my nightsnmaking up love out of pure fantasynprisoners of hope never want to be free.nnYesterday I caught her in a glancenmore than a coincidencenbut she turned away as if to say I'm above itnshe says that love is a trick of the night and it's all done with mirrors and lightsnbut when I act like a fool like some kid back in school, she loves itnnCHORUS (repeat until fade)