Bulletproof Picasso

Am I made of paper? 'Cause I tear so easily

Am I made of vapor? Because I disappear

Do I have to have a reason for anything I feel?

Just be glad I'm real, glad I'm real, am I real?

Are you made of lead paint, a bulletproof Picasso?

All the virgin saints put you here to care for me

I don't need a reason for anything I feel

Just be glad I say what I mean, and mean what I say to you

We don't need a reason for anything we feel

We don't need a reason, Picasso's at the wheel

So, roll this top down, hell with this town

Leave our bags behind

We don't need a reason 'cause I got you, and you got me tonight

'Cause I got you, and you got me tonight

Did you ever see the waves break into a million pieces?

Or stay awake with someone who was dyin'?

You don't need to tell me anything at all

I'm just glad you're here, glad you're real, are you real?

Am I made of timber? 'Cause I'm on fire

Will you remember tonight for very long?

You don't need to sell me on anything at all

Just say what you mean, and mean what you say to me

We don't need a reason for anything we feel

We don't need a reason, Picasso's at the wheel

So, roll this top down, hell with this town

Leave our bags behind

We don't need a reason 'cause I got you, and you got me tonight

Amber waves of grain, fly by highway lanes

Waited for this change, seems like my entire life

If only the good die young, we'll outlast everyone

For some of the things we've done, and we've just begun

We don't need a reason for anything we feel

We don't need a reason, Picasso's at the wheel

So, roll this top down, hell with this town

Leave our bags behind

We don't need a reason 'cause I got you, and you got me tonight

You got me tonight

You got me tonight

Oh, you got me tonight

Oh, oh