Our TV sets are drenched in pseudo reality And yet the truth is Endemol, can't save you from mundane existence 12 unknowns light up seven million homes And yet the news at ten is barely watched, it's the same old war again (again, again, again...) ♪ Let's talk about romance, romance is dead Yeah, it's an ideology exploited for commercial gain And yeah, they want you to fall in love with the idea of being in love Because nothing says I love you better (Than flowers and chocolates and cards) And it's all right now I can see clearer now And it's all right now Now your head is up out of the clouds And it's all right now I can see clearer now And it's all right now You can call me a cynic, but at least I'm realistic I went to IKEA today, and it didn't change my life And yet everyone in my street is going Scandinavian It's like the Upper East Side in semi-detached suburban Britain ♪ You have to ask yourself why? Yeah, it's like whitewash is brainwash They're diluting out style And it's all right now I can see clearer now And it's all right now Now your head is up out of the clouds And it's all right now I can see clearer now And it's all right now Now your head is up out of the clouds