Claire's Not Real

The fire-lanes and the bridleways

The sculptures made of rain

On the 15th August, the fires came back again

But as the nighttime fades away

I don't know, I don't know anyway

Is it written on my face?

I don't know, I don't know anyway

But there's something I can do

Here with you, here with you

But there's something I can do

Here with you

And sometimes, I'm walking home

At my door, I am not there anymore

I am not there anymore

Do you know what I mean?

Is the dream hard to shake?

But as the nighttime fades away

I don't know, I don't know anyway

Is it written on my face?

I don't know, I don't know anyway

But there's something I can do

Here with you, here with you

But there's something I can feel, Claire's not real