Something Real

Caught a glimpse of the real thing
Pour another drink
Raise it to the real thing
Sunday, 3 a.m.
Twirling circles
Arms outstretched

Velvet between the vertebrae
You felt it
Pull me close and make me stay
Hold me with your bloodied hands
This is living, understand?

Out of the corner of my eye
Something real passes by
Once again
Give me something I can keep
To help this troubled heart to sleep
Without you

Without you
Without you

Out of the corner of my eye
Something real passes by
Once again
Give me something I can keep
To help this troubled heart to sleep
Without you

Without you
Without you



Credits
Writer(s): Rose Elinor Dougall, Oliver George Bayston
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