(claude s.)



A wrinkled photo on the wall

Tells things that came before it went away

Even all the ghosts inside

Hazy as can be, leave traces of who we used to be

And they say...



How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?

How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?



How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?

How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?



We could write a symphony

And go across the ocean and still

Never feel the earth inside us

Every little girl or boy becomes a hollow shell

But don't cry

Remember all the fun and let's sing...



How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?

How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?



How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?

How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?