There are a lot of pretty things
Pretty girls, silly looks
Paint a picture and reveal
Ah, you have what you will

You can’t open your eyes no more
But you can close them and feel

All of those…
All those things that don’t seem real
All of those…
All those things that don’t seem real
 

You are in your car…a moving street
Glance in your mirror…time’s in your back seat
Passenger of no words…address unknown
Who the hell is this guy…no flesh no bone

Let him ride at no expense
pretend you haven’t seen him since

Much less any of those…
All those things that don’t seem real
All of those…
All those things that don’t seem real
 

I’ll admit with a friction there’s a force
With a thought there is a course
You can tune it forever
Oh close your eyes, fill your ears, with your
Heart and soul, steal them, steal them and feel

All of those…all of thoseAll those things that don’t seem real…
All of those… just one of those
All those things that don’t seem real
You and your life…

All those things that don’t seem real
You and your life…
All those things that don’t, things that don’t, things that don’t seem
Real…Real…Real…
Real