You sit in a garden

Locked away from the world

Find no reason to see your friends

Everything you need is here

But your eyes are open

Enough to see you said

All I read are memories

With a black line of love



You make me feel

Real



See the hand in front of your face

And see what is real and what is make believe

Would you run away to catch the ocean if it called your name?

Everybody is looking for heaven on earth

And you believe to be bling

Your mind is the watchman at the gate

Faith is all you need



You make me feel

Real

Real