You sit in a garden   Locked away from the world   Find no reason to see your friends   Everything you need is here   But your eyes are open   Enough to see you said   All I read are memories   With a black line of love      You make me feel   Real      See the hand in front of your face   And see what is real and what is make believe   Would you run away to catch the ocean if it called your name?   Everybody is looking for heaven on earth   And you believe to be bling   Your mind is the watchman at the gate   Faith is all you need      You make me feel   Real    Real