I Can't Tell What Truth Is Anymore

Is the world still round and flat
Like our grimey bathroom mat
I can't tell what the truth is anymore

Of course the moon's a shining sphere
But one foot up and three foot near
I can't tell the truth anymore

And if you've gone for good
Or you've gone for bad
You just blew away any real I ever had

Perhaps the sea is made of glass
With waves on wheels that roll right past
Oh I can't tell the what truth is anymore
For I can't tell what truth is anymore

And if you've gone for good
Or you've gone bad
You just blew away any real I ever had

Am I stood here six foot tall
Or curled up in a fetal ball
Oh I can't tell what truth is anymore
No I can't tell what truth is anymore
No I can't tell what truth is anymore