give me something real 

something I can feel 

had enough of fake 

to last me all my days 

 

something I can touch 

is that asking too much 

if we all got to pay 

I want value for my sins 

 

as the memories 

and dreams spin 

I hold on like 

the tidy bowl man 

 

to something 

that felt divine 

that I never saw 

again in my life

 

pull me out of my sleep

we can fight for something 

while the planet spins 

we can learn the difference