Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Somedays are all Mondays
Sordid time on ice
It seems like jet planes
On snowed in runways
Under clear blue skies
Who needs it?
[Verse 2]
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real, but her
[Verse 3]
Money goes to money
In a figure eight around me
Money, who's gonna love me
If I liquidate and drown me?
[Verse 4]
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing else feels solid
[Verse 5]
We believe in love
We believe in little things
Like Heaven, up above
And seven, it's a lucky number
We believe that somethin' lives
Inside everything there is
Don't think about it much
I mean it
I believe it
I believe it
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Nothing is real but the girl
Only her eyes are solid
Nothing is real, but her
Nothing is real but the girl
Written by: Jimmy Destri
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