We imagine our whole lives
Walk around in disguise
In our room with just three walls
We bide our imaginary time
These are imaginary times
Our lives fictionalised
Framed by the cardboard skyline
These are imaginary times
The ephemeral immortalised
Is there anything outside
The sense of wonder is our drug
Veins throbbing with sense of blood
And shadows we can play only if the light is right
Like in our imaginary times
These are imaginary times
Our lives fictionalised
Framed by the cardboard skyline
These are imaginary times
The ephemeral immortalised
Is there anything outside
Everyone wants to know the ending
We are living in a tale
Everyone needs a destination
But we are left to stray
Through our imaginary times
These are imaginary times
Our lives fictionalised
Framed by the cardboard skyline
These are imaginary times
The ephemeral immortalised
Is there anything outside
Imaginary times