Is it my imagination

Or is that a cardboard sky?

Is it just this situation

That's made me lose my mind?



I don't need you to be sorry

I just wanted you to know

That this is one hit to the body

One hit to the soul

It's one hit to the body that won't show



There's a million constellations

Up in the make believe sky

And a million dead end situations

You could leave behind

And the lights and the lorries could show you which way to go

And this is one hit to the body

One hit to the soul

It's one hit to the body that won't show



Is it something in the air that you breathe?

Is it something in the books that you read?

Is it something in the things that you do?

Is it something in the words that you use?



Cos the lights and the lorries will show you where you want to go

And this is one hit to the body

One hit to the soul

It's one hit to the body that won't show



Well I don't really need anybody I just wanted you to know

That this is one hit to the body that won't show

That won't show