Shouting windows from the lights,
leaving silence on my own,
frozen flame it has no [bad word] nowhere all alone,
whats the paintings on her wall,
memories of us they call,
should I face or should I fall,
one demand in paradise
How it make you feel?
How does she make it real? X2
Is it real? X3
Pushed away our empty words,
left them hanging by the door
sitting aimlessly up high,
brought me down and went a way
just a building in my world
what if romance was a fraud
take my hand and turned away
one demand in paradise
Everything I say to you,
Everything I do for you,
are you here I cannot see,
dissappearing in the mist
waiting restlesslessly not good,
little things they want unfurled,
other [bad word] to an end,
shake my hand and say goodbye,
apologies are to and fro,
I can tell she wants to go,
utterly I want to know,
Is it real or is it real?