All that I see, seems so unreal to me Is it the truth or is it only fantasy Is it a dream or is it unreal reality?
All around me is such unreality Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality?
That house is so big that it reaches right up to the clouds It's got hundreds of windows so the people inside can look out And they look down below and wonder what it's all about
Look at that lady she got silver all over her face Is she a human being or a creature from outer space Is she authentic or phoney, I guess it's just a matter of taste
Oh because they can feel it, it's gotta be the real thing Because they can touch it, it's gotta be reality If they say it's real, it's gotta be the real thing
See that fella, looking all spick and span Is he a tailor's dummy or is he a real man Is he genuine, or straight off the assembly line
All round me is such unreality Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see Is the whole thing a fake or the ultimate reality?
Is it a dream, or is it the real reality?
Compositor: Raymond Douglas Davies (Davies Ray) (PRS)Editor: Davray Music Ltd (PRS)Administração: BMG Rights Management (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #25630565 em 08/Abr/2024