wilshire blvd.
in the mirror - that’s me. skin is real, my smile too.
believe it or not, the colours and the light really are different here,
somehow it’s all breaking up here.
and all those problems and questions of our everyday life don’t exist here at all.
none of this is real, you pull the plug, i disappear,
and nothing i ever say, nothing i ever do, will ever matter.
this is a challenge, this is an adventure,
this is new and yet some kind of familiar to me,
it seems that there really is a collective unconscious.
none of this is real, you pull the plug, i disappear,
and nothing i ever say, nothing i ever do, will ever matter.
i just had this funny feeling that we met before - maybe in another life.
where are you - you could call it the end of the world.
come, i’ll show you.
it must be some kind of déjà vu.
you can’t fall in love with a dream.
where am i - come i’ll show you.