Nothing Is Real but the Girl

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
Money
Who’s going to 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