How can you say it to be imaginary
when the beauty sits in the stream?
Up and down through and around,
I hate it when you get like this.
You stare blankly through that solid white window of a wall
I don't know what you see, not even when you look at me
you stare so blankly, oh...what do you feel...
I stand there in front of you, you just stare on,
because I’m not there?
oh I wish it would not be this way
Line up the cars
kiss me, lifelessly, good-bye
feel what i feel, if you're not numb
cry a tear
all these, all these wars
....just to get to you.
It can't be imaginary
I know you see something
it grows, it grows, that imagery grows,
that scenery grows for you
All beckoning..
All beckoning..
Please, it can't be imaginary.
