We catch a train and sit alone
We won't say hi 'cause we've got phone
In real life we don't look up
Greens and seas are all on the screen
And plucking a flower is a lame scene
In real life we bid a friend goodbye
Doesn't matter if we still have something to say
We think, "well, maybe another day.."
In real life, we wake up, go to work, go back home
And we repeat the seemingly aimless cycle over and over again
But it's okay