i freeze my hands as i close the door    to wait in line so i can wait some more       and it's true what they say about love    yes it's true what they say about life    and i'm taking it for all it's worth       i watch the numbers register on the postal scale    i think of your hands and calculate    how a man, desired, feels the weight of a letter       it's true what they say about me    that i'm out of my mind but i think that you like it    so take the chance,    be reckless with me       'cause i'm real life    and you're real life    and we're real life    we're real life       is it pleasing?    six hundred thousand miles and all this solitude?    i know what is pleasing-    what i'll find beneath your new pair of glasses       i've never included a name in a song    but i'm changing my ways for you,    jonathan    i need you to know,    i need you to know    that i'm real life