Lyrics: 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 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
Everything there is
Don't think about it much
I mean it, I believe it, I believe it

Wind down, put your mind down
Like you're missing school
You'll teach her to find out
Why you're 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