Real

My sister had a nursery rhyme
Set of figurines
She'd often let me play with them
I'd set 'em up in different scenes

Fifty plastic army men
Led by Superman
Destroyed the ranks of Mother Goose
Mary and her little lamb

Slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't make a sound

When we were real, we were in love
With everyone and everything
I guess it was the beauty of bluebird
Clears his throat of phlegm and static singing operatic
Evening comes, and the butterflies are bats

Eat the spider that had saddled up beside her
And the dish, his lovin' spoon were never found
And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground

Slips away and catches
Sister getting real
And I can too
As long as I don't make a sound

And I'm taking flight seeking relief
The lure of handkerchief so white
I chase it straight into the ground