Nothing Is Real but the Girl (Live)

Some days are all Mondays Sort of time on ice It seems like jet planes Sit on runways under clear blue skies Who needs it? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but me Money goes to money In a figure eight around me Mommy, will he love me When you liquidate and drown me? Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but me Now, done is done You had to face the part one day You were the one, lucky seven And luck was gone Our magic plan is won Praying for seven come eleven Wind down, put your mind down Like you're missing school I'll teach you to find out While you're dying in your living room How much you need me Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but me Only my eyes are solid Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but the girl Nothing is real but the girl