The adventure began at five
On the sixth of May it was Sunday
Can’t remember the year
I don’t tend to think of things annually

And there you were
Before my eyes
Tip-toeing in tricolour flowers
Not sure of the kind
Floriculture never tickled my interest you see

One day my dear mother
She did cry
She said I’m worried about your digital addiction
Do you realise this isn’t real life
This is just another fantasy

Well my jaw hit the floor
I slammed the coffin door and swallowed the key
Eyes back on the ultimate prize
Let’s complete the quest of Annie and me

Well I suppose I should step aside
I could climb out through my curtain drawn window
But I’m not sure of the point
I never did see much benefit in Vitamin D

Yes I’m in love with your bloodshot eyes
From the mountain I’ll proclaim to the people
This is the real life
This is not some fantasy