twilight fades

through blistered avalon

the sky's cruel torch

on arching autobahn

into the uncertain divine

we scream into the last divine

you make me real

you make me real

strong as i feel

you make me real



sheila rides on crashing nightingale

intake eyes leave passing vapor trails

with blushing brilliance alive

because it's time to arrive



you make me real

you make me real

strong as i feel

you make me real



lately I just can't seem to believe

discard my friends to change the scenery

it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith

but now it's just a matter of grace



a summer storm graces all of me

highway warm sing silent poetry

I could bring you the light

and take you home into the night



you make me real

lately I just can't seem to believe

you make me real

discard my friends to change the scenery

strong as i feel

it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith

you make me real

but now it's just a matter of grace