Passing time in the afternoon Cleaning the bathroom floor Rearrange things in the dining room Covers the chip on the kitchen door The paperboy winks as he hands her a paper He's cheekier every day She undoes her apron and sinks on the sofa Throws all her household chores away She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Puts on her make-up And smoothes down her dress And finds the right words to say Holds a remaining spark of beauty Escape is only a romance away Troubles come flooding back with her migraine She trembles and shuts her eyes It's a good thing that friends come in little bottles Time to shake up and prepare for the lies She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye Pushing the hair back from her face Shaping her thoughts in the sky Heaven is through her kitchen window "Pity it's only a dream", she sighs Imagines herself as Elizabeth Taylor The paperboy cycles away She turns on the stove Soon her husband is home "Hello dear, it's been such a long day" She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye She's in a fantasy It's not so hard to see That she is living a lie She'll never be the same She shuts her eyes again Waves all her worries goodbye