Nothing Is Real But the Girl (Destri)

Some days are all Mondays - sort of time on ice
It seems like jet planes on snowed-in runways under clear blue skies
Who needs it?

Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but her

Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
Money
Who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me?

Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing else feels solid

We believe in love
We believe in little things like heaven up above and seven
It's a lucky number
We believe that something lives inside everything there is
Don't think about it much, I mean it
I believe it, I believe it

Wind down, put your mind down like you're missing school
You'll teach her to find out why you're dying in your living room
How much you need her

Nothing is real but the girl
Only her eyes are solid
Nothing is real but her
Nothing is real but the girl