The age of fantasy is dead at last
Your lovely daydreams can never come
true
We have a glorious, glittering past
But our future might be a nasty zoo
It doesn’t matter if it’s true or false
As long as it gets us through one more
day
We silently cling in an empty waltz
And quiet our minds with the swing and
sway
But the sun is warm and the sky is blue
And for a moment we can laugh and sing
Or smile when I see the beauty of you
Or trees or sky or a cute fuzzy thing
At least we can cling to fun memories
Before we’re cut down by guns or
disease
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