Real to You at Least

Got to lose myself

Remind me how to dance in the fire and noise

Got my ‘90s moves

Sands of time crackling down your naked thighs

Here’s a smash-glass fist

A silver twist, our small world up against the night

Here comes the morning sun

Spilling over cracked knuckles like beer in a bar fight

We are golden now

Glad to be the middle ground between the saints and the sinful

Not simple

But it’s all I can do to stay real to you, at least

We paint the falling walls

Floodline draws near to our dreams in the liquid dark

We’re sold the less than real

Can you feel the scummy river lapping at your heart?

Well it’s too soon to say

Did we get away with all those spilled-ink nights at the old place?

No way

But it’s all I can do to stay real to you, at least

On my back in the North Sea

Held by the breath of leviathan

Moving under me

This time I'm ready

It’s all I can do to stay real to you at least