There are days in my life when I look at the world
Like the swirl of a dream like it seems to me now
Then my head starts to spin. Am I in? Am I out?
What's it all about? Oh, man!
Then I shiver. I shake
I take all of the weight
And I carry it far for no reason at all
But to feel...
That I'm real
And you're real
And it's reeeeeeeeeeeeeal!
Stacks and stacks of photographs are not enough to change the past
But where time goes it won't come back from
(No, no, no)
I studied ancient history. It's algebra, mythology
But even what's in front of me is a mystery
(Yeah!)
Quarks and quantum molecules split shit up and broke the rules
And now I'm just a useless tool in a shutdown shed
But I'm real. And you're real
And it's reeeeeeeeeal!
There's a couple of things that will never descend
To the depths of my doubts where it's darker than hell
And I can't feel...
If you're real-or I'm real
But we're real