Some nights I thirst for real blood For real knives For real cries And then the flash of steel from real guns In real life Really fills my mind
And I really miss what really did exist When I held your throat so tight And I miss the bus as it swerved from us Almost came crashing to its side
Sometimes the blood from real cuts Feels real nice When it's really mine And if you want it to be real Come over for one night And we can really, really climb
And those blue bridge lights might really burn most bright As we watch that dark lake rise And if you really want to see what really matters most to me Just take a real short drive
It's just a drive into the dark stretch Long stretch of night Will really stretch this shaking mind And this room, unlit, unheated And the ceiling striped And the dark black blinds
I want to know this time if youre really finally mine I need to know that you're not lying so I want to see you tried And I don't want to hear you say it shouldnt really be this way 'Cause I like this way just fine
'Cause theres nothing quite like the blinding light That curtains cast aside And no attempt is made to explain away The things that really, really, really, really, really are behind