The Real

I don't know the real from what I

Thought I saw

I can't remember where I went where I was



I'm gonna move towards a point in time

Where where you are is a state of mind

And anytime I can read your thoughts

Some of them yours and some I thought up



There's not good reason for a heartbreak

Nothing's repeating every Monday

It's not good saying you'll always be mine

These jokes life's playing they make me so tired

So tired



It's already to much to always see you off

The sense that hours go back is enough



like to fade when I write this line

There's every reason to paint a decline

And every mile i walk is five

I'll get where I'm going in the next life

And all the while there's a false face

This every killing is left untraced

This kind of falling saved my son

This constant longing for what's gone

What's gone

What's gone

What's gone