When the train comes to stopOh, I don't wanna moveAnd blunder back into it allWhen the plane come to landI wanna stay insideAnd rise up to the clouds again'Cause dealing with the real worldIs sometimes not too funWhen baby says she loves youWhilst holding up a gunThank goodnessI've got imaginary creaturesLaying on the adviceBy my side, by my sideWhen the film credits rollI stay right till the endThen wander the streets with my eyes ablazeAll I really want to doIs go straight back and watch it againPlaying a different person every timeOh, 'cause living in the real worldCan sometimes get so strangeWhen you fall in love with statuesAnd cockateels in a cageWell, it seems I've got imaginary loversThey say they're protecting the spaceBy my side, by my side