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I open up one eye and I can see |
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A million T.V. screens from wall to wall |
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And as I look again it seems to me |
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My picture is projected on them all. |
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From far away I see my body now |
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I can follow every movement that I make |
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But I can't remember where I am or how, |
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Or wether I am dreaming or awake. |
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Sooner or later, |
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I'll believe the world's not round, |
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I'll turn up the vision, |
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turn up the sound. |
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For I have discovered that I'm not what I seem, |
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I'm only a picture on a video screen. |
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And as I rise to get myself another drink, |
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It seems like I'm some distance from my brain. |
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I'm looking down and I begin to think |
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This must be what it's like to go insane. |
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Sooner or later, |
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I'll believe the world's not round, |
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I'll turn up the vision, |
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turn up the sound. |
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For I have discovered that I'm not what I seem, |
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I'm only a picture on a video screen. |
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And sooner or later, |
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when the night comes rolling down, |
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Fear and confusion are all around; |
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I know that the problems |
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And the nightmares that I dream |
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Are only pictures on a video screen. |
