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 
 [bad word] flooding back with her migraine 
She trembles and shuts her eyes 
It's a good thing that [bad word] 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