Imagination's beautiful
It can turn a stick into a sword
A tree into a giant fort
And a bike into a Ford
It can even change yourself you know,
You can turn yourself into a spy
Or a hero with a suit and cape
Or a pirate with one eye

Or a joke
And a failure
And a man with a future bleak
For imagination can be a curse
And a reason that we're weak
It makes me think a laughing crowd's
Subject matter must be me
It makes me weary constantly
A devil in my head
Did she say she'd die for me
Or that she wants me dead?