Some days are all MondaysSort of time on iceIt seems likeJet planesOn snowed in runwaysUnder clear blue skiesWho needs it
Nothing is real but the girlNothing is real but her
Money goes to moneyIn a figure eightAround meMoneyWho's gonna love meIf I liquidateAnd drown me
Nothing is real but the girlNothing else feels solid
We believe in loveWe believe in little thingsLike Heaven up aboveAnd SevenIt's a lucky number
We believe that something livesInside everything there isDon't think about it muchI mean itI believe itI believe it
Wind downPut your mind downLike your missing schoolYou'll teach her toFind outWhile you're dying in your living roomHow much you need her
Nothing is real but the girlOnly her eyes are solidNothing is real but herNothing is real but the girl
Nothing Is Real But The GirlSINGLE VERSION
Some days are all MondaysSort of time on iceIt seems likeJet planesSit on runwaysUnder clear blue skiesWho needs it
Nothing is real but the girlNothing is real but me
MoneyGoes to moneyIn a figure eightAround meMoneyWhere will love beIf you liquidateYou're drowning
Nothing is real but the girlNothing is real but me
Now done is doneYou have to face the horrible daysYou were the oneRunning sevens
Then luck was goneThe magic man without his wandPraying for a seven or eleven
Wind downPut your mind downLike you're missing schoolI'll teach you toFind outWhile you're dying in your living roomHow much you need me
Nothing is real but the girlOnly my eyes are solidNothing is real but meNothing is real but the girl