(kirsty maccoll)
Maybe its imaginary, Id like to know
Whats 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 dont know why, who will reveal?
Maybe its imaginary, maybe its real
We wash all the food and we peel off the skin
But what is the point if its poisoned within?
Now I dont know why we say ok
Maybe its imaginary, hope its not too late
And when in the summer we go to the sea
The things floating by arent what we want to see
And Id change it all if I had one wish
Id never go swimming with those nuclear fish
Maybe those imaginary rivers run dry
But if its true then Id like to know why
I dont know much but Id like to know why