[Shreelei]

Reality isn't
What I want it to be
Reality isn't
What I need it to be

I need my momma
My daddy's in jail
Granma's with fever
And Little Peter ain't there

Without my ties
To hold me down
Reality starts to seem
Dull and Lifeless

I loosen my tethers
Let the wind blow me away
Up and up, up and away
Where dreams don't reach me

I'm in my bed
Fast asleep
Where no one can touch me
And there I'll stay

And my eyes flutter open
Flutter shut
I don't think I'm going to come back