How Does It Feel To Be Real?

I thought I knew you, you thought you knew me

guess understanding's just a passing phase

Dance with me through a life, full of change

very strange, but it's alright

How does it feel to be real?

Sorry if I strayed, left of what you'd say

sometimes we seem like actors missing our marks

Can you be sure of where, you belong, am I wrong

or did our story change?

How does it feel to be real?

Making sense is my illusion, it's hard but it pays

I'm comfortable warm, inside the norm

Jumped in the river, I felt the cool breeze

I held and kissed you, this much is real at least to me

Somehow these other things will turn to gray,

fade away and be alright

How does it feel to be real?