| Song | This Could Be Fiction |
| Artist | Tommy Keene |
| Album | Based on Happy Times |
| 作词 : Tommy Keene | |
| 作曲 : Tommy Keene | |
| We’re living on some money tree | |
| I think about what you did to me | |
| I’ll never see you in a crowded place | |
| I’m looking for you in a stranger’s face | |
| At times we lie to forget our rage | |
| For a better life, I’ll turn another page | |
| The quietness that once eluded me | |
| Has come and gone for everyone to see | |
| Drown in the words that bind you | |
| Lost in the sea behind you | |
| The weight of the world could pull you down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to tell thеm lies | |
| This could be fiction | |
| Now the doctor said hе ran a million tests | |
| You could hear the woman understand the rest | |
| Don’t laugh away your little mystery | |
| They’re singing for you | |
| Now it’s history | |
| Maybe your world is falling down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to understand | |
| This could be fiction | |
| And way far away the laughs and cries of a million people | |
| Are starting to fade away | |
| Drown in the words that bing you | |
| Lost in the sea behind you | |
| The weight of the world could pull you down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to understand | |
| This could be fiction | |
| There’s not time for love or sorrow | |
| These are things I’ll do tomorrow |
| zuò cí : Tommy Keene | |
| zuò qǔ : Tommy Keene | |
| We' re living on some money tree | |
| I think about what you did to me | |
| I' ll never see you in a crowded place | |
| I' m looking for you in a stranger' s face | |
| At times we lie to forget our rage | |
| For a better life, I' ll turn another page | |
| The quietness that once eluded me | |
| Has come and gone for everyone to see | |
| Drown in the words that bind you | |
| Lost in the sea behind you | |
| The weight of the world could pull you down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to tell th m lies | |
| This could be fiction | |
| Now the doctor said h ran a million tests | |
| You could hear the woman understand the rest | |
| Don' t laugh away your little mystery | |
| They' re singing for you | |
| Now it' s history | |
| Maybe your world is falling down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to understand | |
| This could be fiction | |
| And way far away the laughs and cries of a million people | |
| Are starting to fade away | |
| Drown in the words that bing you | |
| Lost in the sea behind you | |
| The weight of the world could pull you down | |
| Maybe you try too hard to understand | |
| This could be fiction | |
| There' s not time for love or sorrow | |
| These are things I' ll do tomorrow |