Manning - Therapy: Real Life lyrics

Counting backwards, ten through one I make the faces look down If I sit very still, then perhaps they'll come out to play Isn 't real life insane? Isn 't real life insane? Isn 't it? Hold on to my breath and look deep inside If they see me they'll tell I am always told that I'm good It 's a game So I 'll make some more land And an Island of sand I'm safe in here I form the shadows at night, watch them crawl out of sight Sounds and light, I make them all Fly away Peter, Fly away Paul, before they lock you away I can close both my eyes and imagine, it's a game Isn 't real life insane? Isn 't real life insane? Isn 't it?