Lyrics

Surreal

(S. Goebel/A. MacDonald)

I?m staring at the scenery through stained glass eyes
There I see the people growing from the trees
Black Light from the sun illuminates this strange place
Vertical clouds dot the sky and the yellow burns my eyes

So surreal, cause it ain't real
So surreal, everything's bent and stretched
So surreal, rivers flow upstream
So surreal, everything leans to the left

Inside or out, can I ever know
In your imagination lies secrets and illusions
Made up or fact, real or alive
In the end it doesn?t even matter

I?m standing in a museum, I must have dozed off
There I see a painting of a giant one eyed-ham
I?m back in reality, everything?s boring and normal
Then I realize, the walls are made of LEGO
My feet melt and the Mona Lisa tells me everything's

So surreal, everything's bent and stretched
So surreal, rivers flow upstream
So surreal, cause it ain't real
So surreal, everything leans to the left

Inside or out, can I ever know
In your imagination, lies secrets and illusions
Made up or fact, real or alive
In the end it doesn?t even matter

© 2005 Good Question