IN REAL LIFE
(John Faye)

we overdosed on modern reality
so get your ghost on and see what you want to see
float right on through this wall between you and me
nevermind, you said
'cause i'd rather spend the day in bed
and who is to say that the truth isn't all in your head

we make perfect fiction
a figment of imagination
a picture that was never taken
in real life

will we recover, or is it beneath our skin
we know it's over, when it begins again
never get untangled from this web that we spin
nevermind, you said
we can work it out when we're dead
and who is to say that the world isn't all in your head

we make perfect fiction
a figment of imagination
a picture that was never taken
in real life
we tell lies and we cry
in real life

we don't exist outside this place
we don't exist outside this
perfect fiction
bend it like a benediction
a pretty little contradiction
to real life
and we can stay awake in
a figment of imagination
a picture that was never taken
and we never had this conversation
in real life
we tell lies and we cry and we cry and we cry
in real life