2 Real - Francis Lung

She rides high on a saturday night

Halo gleams under a streetlight

Billboards streaming through tearless eyes

Walk without purpose and her shoes untied

(aaaah, aaaah)

I don’t know how we’re going to get home now

Let me walk beside you

Let me bend your ear a little

Can you be the real you

I lost the real me years ago

If you could help me find it

Cause I don’t even know just where to start

First of the worst in a pickup hearse

I got a funny feeling that I’ll never be rehearsed

Now I’m feeling worse than you can feel

I want 2 be real but not 2 real

Nothing could be worse than how you feel

I want 2 be real but not 2 real

(aaaah‚ aaaah)

I don’t know how we’re going to get home now

I don’t know how we’re going to get home now

Won’t you walk beside me

Won’t you bend my ear a little

Could you be the real you

Cos I lost the real me years ago

If you could help me find it

Cos I don’t even know just where to start

And now the hour is calling…