Adriane Lake

I walked in the door and it smelled of old clothes
The laundry’s asleep in a pile on the floor
There’s crumbs on the table and bread going old
The bills are unpaid in a heap by the drawer
I wish it was perfect with things in their place
I tried not to worry cause no one’s that way

It’s only like that in the movies
It’s only like that on TV
It’s only like that in the magazines
It’s only a fantasy

It seems I keep looking for love in my life
It’s just that I’m waiting for things to be right
For special effects and explosions of light
A choir of angels, a dashing young knight
The first time I meet him I figure I’ll know
But sometimes I worry that’s not how it goes

It’s only like that in the movies
It’s only like that on TV
It’s only like that in the magazines
It’s only a fantasy

And the hero never dies
She always gets the guy
So happily ever after seems like science fiction
What happens after the credits roll?
What happens after the show is done?
You and I both know

It’s only like that in the movies
It’s only like that on TV
It’s only like that in the magazines
It’s only a fantasy