So you think you've got it made
In your world of cigarettes and lemonade
It's just a charade
So you think you've got it right
In your world of sleep all day and all night flies
Go fly your kite
I look at your world, the technicolour eye
I look at your world, I don't see nothing right
I look at your face, I don't see no smile
There's no horizon, there's no horizon
I'm living in Bluebell Wood
I bet you wish you could
I'm living in Bluebell Land
(Come out let's play your band?)
Take me to wonderland
I look at your world, the technicolour eye
I look at your world, I don't see nothing right
I look at your face, I don't see no smile
There's no horizon, there's no horizon
I'm living in Bluebell Wood
I bet you wish you could
I'm living in Bluebell Land
(Come out let's play your band?)
Take me to wonderland
