Lyrics 2 Real - Francis Lung

2 Real

She rides high on a saturday night
Halo gleams under a streetlight
Billboards streaming through tearless eyes
Walk without purpose and her shoes untied
(aaaah, aaaah)
I don’t know how we’re going to get home now
Let me walk beside you
Let me bend your ear a little
Can you be the real you
I lost the real me years ago
If you could help me find it
Cause I don’t even know just where to start
First of the worst in a pickup hearse
I got a funny feeling that I’ll never be rehearsed
Now I’m feeling worse than you can feel
I want 2 be real but not 2 real
Nothing could be worse than how you feel
I want 2 be real but not 2 real
(aaaah‚ aaaah)
I don’t know how we’re going to get home now
I don’t know how we’re going to get home now
Won’t you walk beside me
Won’t you bend my ear a little
Could you be the real you
Cos I lost the real me years ago
If you could help me find it
Cos I don’t even know just where to start
And now the hour is calling…