My mind, it ticks more than anyone would guess

Going over like clockwork it won't rest

Unless it's in a place of ease

Where I feel my best and I can do what I please

Escapism is bliss

Reverie never goes amiss

My own little world is where I'd rather be

My own little world is much more of my scene

My own little world is tailor-made to suit me

Just for me

Walk through the door and pour myself my fourth cup of tea

Sit in the living room and catch the last bit of news at six on TV

All too soon an hour has passed and my cup of tea's stone cold

And I can't even repeat the tragic stories Mr. Whatshisface newsreader told

Escapism is bliss

Reverie never goes amiss

My own little world is where I'd rather be

My own little world is much more of my scene

My own little world is tailor-made to suit me

Just for me

Put on a brave face and face the world

Put on a brave face and face the real world

Cast away into existences palm

Where the harder you swim the more you drown

Society waited with open arms

To bring you in and choke you out

My mind, it ticks more than anyone would guess

Going over like clockwork it won't rest

In the blitz of the working week, amongst the fray

From dawn to dusk, life and death, burning sun or pouring rain

Besides the fact of whether I'm trapped in life's fast lane

I find myself reconciling with the fairies that take me away

Escapism is bliss

Reverie never goes amiss

My own little world is where I'd rather be

My own little world is much more of my scene

My own little world is tailor-made to suit me

Just for me