Is This Really Happening? Songtext / Lyric

She's a golden ticket

A shining peach mixed in a drink

That's resting on a chair in a desert land

And not a grain of sand has compromised her worth

And you're a broken man

Crawling on his hands and knees

In that same desert land

Doing the best he can not to think about how he really needs that drink

Is this really...






Is this really happening?

The sun's finally shining down on me

Is this really happening

The snow's actually meting in front of my face



I don't know but I've been told

That a New York winter is mighty cold

Yeah, but we still walk down the coldest blocks using the fire in our hearts

The way it wasn't, the way it is that works perfectly for me

So let's keep it that way

Is this really...



Is this really happening?

The sun's finally shining down on me

Is this really happening

The snow's actually meting in front of my face [2x]



This perfectly perfect disease has got me down on my knees

No not to pray but just to say

I love you more than yesterday