Hyperrealism

I can't get my head around it Just when I had thought I'd found it I can't get a way back Faces ghosts, familiar places His redeeming saving graces I can't get a way back A hyper realised version of all the shit A romanticised version of all of it For strangers to see A pathetic ending to just submit Now a dramatised version of all of it For strangers to see You've loaned it out You have loaned it all out Seaside town folk in glass houses Hiding from the ones beside us I can't get a way back Your taking vows and second prizes Taking out all the surprises I can't get a way back You've loaned it out You have loaned it all out You've loaned it out You have loaned it all out I can't get a way back