Real - Live

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