Slipping into Fiction

Bad news on her doorstep

She doesn't need to lie, she doesn't need her conscience

Misused by her bad, bad mess

It's time to draw the shade, it's time to stop the madness

With the moon up above and the stars in the palm of her hand

So she drifts far away to a place only she'll understand, yeah


She don't like what she hears

She don't like what she sees

In this she can believe

So she's slipping into fiction

She don't like what she hears

She don't like what she sees

In this she can believe

So she's slipping, slipping into fiction


Bad news knocks her door down

She's tired of all those cold, cold nights so lonely

Blue skies and green waters

They don't exist she's a world away from all that now

With the moon up above she drifts far away in the night


She don't like what she hears

She don't like what she sees

In this she can believe

So she's slipping into fiction

She don't like what she hears

She don't like what she sees

In this she can believe

So she's slipping, slipping into fiction