Back-shift Past vs. Recurrent Present

There was a game we used to play
we would hit the town on friday night
and stay in bed until sunday.
We used to be so free
we were living for the love we had and
Living not for reality
It was just my imagination
just my imagination
just my imagination...

It was.
There was a time I used to pray
I have always kept my faith in love:
it's the greatest thing from the man above.
The game I used to play
i've always put my cards upon the table
let it never be said that i'd be unstable
It was just my imagination 
just my imagination
just my imagination...

It was.
There is a game I like to play
I like to hit the town on friday night
and stay in bed until sunday.
We'll always be this free.
We will be living for the love we have
Living not for reality
It's NOT my imagination
It's not my imagination
It's not my imagination

It was
not my 
not my 
not my......

I live as i choose
Or i will not live at all
So return to where you came from
Return to where you dwell

So to hell with all your thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind 
You're so distracted from the real thing 
You should leave your life behind