Imaginary Song - Morphine

I live in an imaginary town

I’ve got imaginary people all around me fallin down

And I play in an imaginary band,

I strum on my guitar in my imaginary hands

Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime

Than a crushed velvet second of an imaginary time

Imaginary time

I work at an imaginary job

I can’t imagine how I ever held this job so long

And I go to an imaginary school

And imaginary homework and imaginary rules

Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime

Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time

Imaginary time

Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime

Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time

Imaginary time

An imaginary moment unimaginably long

and now we’re at the end of my imaginary song