Fake Flowers
Everyday's a dream
In the land of make-believe,
Every minute that ticks by,
Is a moment we are free.
And everyday's a nightmare
In the land of the living,
Every second that ticks by,
A memory unforgiving.
Outside it is raining,
But inside there are flowers.
The outside world is paining,
But inside it's happy hour.
A dream for the restless,
A romance for the realist,
A home for the homeless,
Heaven for the unblessed.
Every dream's a roadtrip,
Through life's impossibilities,
Made possible by pretend,
Real at last in make believe.
The world out there is dim,
But only on the surface,
I dare you, dive right in,
Find what no soul has.
Because the lighting might be missing,
And the house, it might need fixing,
It might be pouring showers,
But if we don't escape fake flowers,
Who will plant the real ones?
In the land of make-believe,
Every minute that ticks by,
Is a moment we are free.
And everyday's a nightmare
In the land of the living,
Every second that ticks by,
A memory unforgiving.
Outside it is raining,
But inside there are flowers.
The outside world is paining,
But inside it's happy hour.
A dream for the restless,
A romance for the realist,
A home for the homeless,
Heaven for the unblessed.
Every dream's a roadtrip,
Through life's impossibilities,
Made possible by pretend,
Real at last in make believe.
The world out there is dim,
But only on the surface,
I dare you, dive right in,
Find what no soul has.
Because the lighting might be missing,
And the house, it might need fixing,
It might be pouring showers,
But if we don't escape fake flowers,
Who will plant the real ones?