Cockateels

When the train comes to stop

Oh, I don't wanna move

And blunder back into it all



When the plane come to land

I wanna stay inside

And rise up to the clouds again



Cause dealing with the real world

Is sometimes not too fun

When baby says she loves you

Whilst holding up a gun



Thank goodness

I've got imaginary creatures

Laying on the advice

By my side

By my side



When the film credits roll

I stay right till the end

Then wander the streets with my eyes ablaze



All I really want to do

Is go straight back and watch it again

Playing a different person every time



Oh, cause living in the real world

Can sometimes get so strange

When you fall in love with statues

And cockatiels in a cage



Well, it seems I've got imaginary lovers

They say they're protecting the space

By my side

By my side