Where I'd Rather Be
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
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 and 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
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
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 and 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
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Writer(s): Oliver Orton
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