Passing time in the afternoon

Cleaning the bathroom floor

Rearrange things in the dining room

Covers the chip on the kitchen door

The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper

He's cheekier every day

She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa

Throws all her household chores away



She's in a fantasy

It's not so hard to see

That she is living a lie

She'll never be the same

She shuts her eyes again

Waves all her worries goodbye



Puts on her make-up

And smoothes down her dress

And finds the right words to say

Holds a remaining spark of beauty

Escape is only a romance away

Troubles come flooding back with her migraine

She trembles and shuts her eyes

It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles

Time to shake up and prepare for the lies



She's in a fantasy

It's not so hard to see

That she is living a lie

She'll never be the same

She shuts her eyes again

Waves all her worries goodbye



Pushing the hair back from her face

Shaping her thoughts in the sky

Heaven is through her kitchen window

"Pity it's only a dream", she sighs

Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor

The paperboy cycles away

She turns on the stove

Soon her husband is home

"Hello dear, it's been such a long day"



She's in a fantasy

It's not so hard to see

That she is living a lie

She'll never be the same

She shuts her eyes again

Waves all her worries goodbye

She's in a fantasy

It's not so hard to see

That she is living a lie

She'll never be the same

She shuts her eyes again

Waves all her worries goodbye