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

Mommy

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 every thing there is

Don't think about it much

I mean it

I believe it

I believe it

Wind down

Put your mind down

Like your missing school

You'll teach her to find out

While your 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