When I was a kid in a Carpathian town
We laughed at folks who talked to thin air
Giggling at their strange antics
To us it seemed beyond repair
Years gone by and clocks kept ticking
Everyone's got gadgets and talk in rhythm
Hands in the air and talking to ghosts
Now it's the norm like a modern hymn
Me and my imaginary friends
We go to drink a beer
In a world where talking to no one
Has never felt so clear
Once a source of our jests and jokes
Now it's us making those same moves
Speaking to the empty breeze
Our minds caught in the digital groove
Saw an old friend from our childhood days
He's now chatting wires all around his face
Laughed at the irony we've become
Reflecting what once seemed so misplaced
Me and my imaginary friends
We go to drink a beer
In a world where talking to no one
Has never felt so clear