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
everything there is
Don't think about
it much
I mean it
I believe it
I believe it
Wind down,
put your mind down
Like you're
missing school
You'll teach
her to find out
while you're 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