No longer a team,
You cling like fear to your drink
And I to my dream.

I seek the extreme:
No matter what you may think,
Things aren't what they seem.

After one brief gleam,
You're back to your kitchen sink
And I to my dream.

You know there's a theme;
You know there's a lasting link:
Things aren't what they seem.

Maybe you've the cream
Now. It can change in a blink
And I to my dream.

Though ream after ream
Might appear to fade and shrink,
Things aren't what they seem.

Whatever you deem
Worthy, to your glasses clink -
And I'll to my dream:
Things aren't what they seem.