Kirsty MacColl

Maybe It's Imaginary

Kirsty MacColl


Maybe it's imaginary, I'd like to know 
What's the world coming to and where will it go? 
The hole in the sky where the sunshine gets in 
It dries up the land as it mucks up your skin 
And I don't know why, who will reveal? 
Maybe it's imaginary, maybe it's real 
We wash all the food and we peel off the skin 
But what is the point if it's poisoned within? 
Now I don't know why we say ok 
Maybe it's imaginary, hope it's not too late 
And when in the summer we go to the sea 
The things floating by aren't what we want to see 
And I'd change it all if I had one wish 
I'd never go swimming with those nuclear fish 
Maybe those imaginary rivers run dry 
But if it's true then I'd like to know why 
I don't know much but I'd like to know why