Reality Dream (Morning Parade)

Wound so tightly On the window sill Bending backwards and then backwards again Chasing tails Round and round Until the party's over And we've emptied out the well We stop believing the lies we tell ourselves And no more building prisons in our heads So no more "someday" no lottery or fame No more fake smiling No more flat champagne No more thinking "I won a race I wish I'd lost" Bound by the wrists We tell ourselves "we'll get over this" Head in the sand We were busy making plans So no more MTV or magazines I start living my own reality dream I wanna see it I wanna be it I wanna taste it all [x2:] Bound by the wrists We tell ourselves "we'll get over this" Head in the sand We were busy making plans Cause' all we want is to give our hearts to someone else Love that is everlasting The kind of love Hollywood sells And the happy ending? Well it's all we really ask Don't spend your life pretending Your happy end already passed.