When the train comes to stopnOh, I don't wanna movenAnd blunder back into it allnnWhen the plane come to landnI wanna stay insidenAnd rise up to the clouds againnnCause dealing with the real worldnIs sometimes not too funnWhen baby says she loves younWhilst holding up a gunnnThank goodness nI've got imaginary creaturesnLaying on the advicenBy my sidenBy my sidennWhen the film credits rollnI stay right till the endnThen wander the streets with my eyes ablazennAll I really want to do nIs go straight back and watch it againnPlaying a different person every timennOh, cause living in the real worldnCan sometimes get so strangenWhen you fall in love with statuesnAnd cockateels in a cagennWell, it seems I've got imaginary loversnThey say they're protecting the spacenBy my sidenBy my side