Nothing Is Real But The Girl

Some days are all Mondays

Sort of time on ice

It seems like jet planes on snowed in runways under clear blue skies

Who needs it

Nothing is real but the girl

Nothing is real but her

Money goes to money in a figure eight around me

Money

Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me

Nothing is real but the girl

Nothing else feels solid

We believe in love

We believe in little things like Heaven up above and seven

It's a lucky number

We believe that something lives inside every thing there is

Don't think about it much

I mean it

I believe it

I believe it

Wind down

Put your mind down like your missing school

You'll teach her to find out while your dying in your living room how much you need her

Nothing is real but the girl

Only her eyes are solid

Nothing is real but her

Nothing is real but the girl