Imaginary Song

I live in an imaginary town
 I've got imaginary people all around me fallin down
 And I play in an imaginary band,
 I strum on my guitar in my imaginary hands
 Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
 Than a crushed velvet second of an imaginary time
 Imaginary time
 I work at an imaginary job
 I can't imagine how I ever held this job so long
 And I go to an imaginary school
 And imaginary homework and imaginary rules
 Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
 Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time
 Imaginary time
 Is it my imagination, or is nothing more sublime
 Than a crushed velvet second of imaginary time
 Imaginary time
 An imaginary moment unimaginably long
 and now we're at the end of my imaginary song