More Than the Real Thing
Pressed down in ink
Maybe seeing it well written with a drink
Hard to say
Can't enunciate or sell enough to brighten this gray
Never had a prose
Wordsmith you cannot use with me to describe
Caught in throat
Hard to lift this arm to wave goodbye
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
I could sleep if the voice in my head would only help
Myself
Myself
Faithful world pretend
Easy for a time to swim up stream
But that's the point
Hitting targets of admission to a theme
And no regrets
Better off with the time in which we spent
Feeling face
Been so long since I knew this thing called grace
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
I could sleep if the voice in my head would only help
Myself
Myself
Heavy is the task
In raising one arm
Just to wave goodbye
Silent and without a sound
Cellar doors will creak
And the shudders will slam
Scraping up all the fine
Behind a costly splintered dam
And the captions on screen
Bringing on a sinking and obscene
Pit to belly and stone
What once was guilt becomes lean
Better having you once
then not knowing you still
and still grasping the tax of the thrill
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
Maybe seeing it well written with a drink
Hard to say
Can't enunciate or sell enough to brighten this gray
Never had a prose
Wordsmith you cannot use with me to describe
Caught in throat
Hard to lift this arm to wave goodbye
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
I could sleep if the voice in my head would only help
Myself
Myself
Faithful world pretend
Easy for a time to swim up stream
But that's the point
Hitting targets of admission to a theme
And no regrets
Better off with the time in which we spent
Feeling face
Been so long since I knew this thing called grace
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
I could sleep if the voice in my head would only help
Myself
Myself
Heavy is the task
In raising one arm
Just to wave goodbye
Silent and without a sound
Cellar doors will creak
And the shudders will slam
Scraping up all the fine
Behind a costly splintered dam
And the captions on screen
Bringing on a sinking and obscene
Pit to belly and stone
What once was guilt becomes lean
Better having you once
then not knowing you still
and still grasping the tax of the thrill
I love the idea of you
More than the real thing
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Writer(s): Mickey Lyons
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