Real - The Verve Pipe

My sister had a nursery rhyme
Set of figurines
She'd often let me play with them
I'd Set 'em up in different scenes
Fifty plastic army men
Led by superman
Destroyed the ranks of mother goose
Mary and her little
Lamb slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't
Make a sound
When we were real we were in love
With everyone and everything
I guess it was the beauty of
Bluebird clears his throat of phlegm
And static singing operatic
Evening comes
And the butterflies are
Bats eat the spider that had saddled up
Beside her
And the dish his lovin' spoon were never found
And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkercheif so white
I chase it straight into the ground
Lamb slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't
Make a sound
I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground