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
  Mommy
  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 every thing there is
  Don't think about it much
  I mean it
  I believe it
  I believe it
  Wind down
  Put your mind down
  Like your missing school
  You'll teach her to find out
  While your 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