Lyrics A New Real - Stuart A. Staples

A New Real

To feel love
To feel that love
Loving, loving
To feel love
To feel that breath
The cuff, and the reaching hand
The extended finger up
To feel love
Where’s a
Where’s a, what’s?
To feel love
Liquored down from above
The shape and form
The color and tempo
Entangled
To feel love
What’s buried, what’s lost
Recovered and polished
Shining in precious cherry
To feel love
Was it what’s lost?
Was it what’s lost?
Was it what’s lost?
Was it what’s…
To feel love
To blow the dust
To clear the debris
Retrace the shape of
The loved ones lost
Extend the finger up
If you love
Was it what’s lost?
Was it what’s…
An empty seat next to mine
A longing, a deep sigh, a heat, an energy
Listen closely, a muted fizzing
A quiet, a quiet desperation
A space lit by a screen
Just a part, only the real
The real just, a new real
With its own pretending
The new real
Its own pretending
Its own pretending
A new real