Nothing is real but her, nothing is real but the girl
Money goes to money in a figure eight around me
We believe in love, we believe in little things
Nothing is real but the girl, only her eyes are solid
You'll teach her to find out while your dying in your living room
Like Heaven up above and seven, it's a lucky number
Nothing is real but the girl, nothing else feels solid

We believe that something lives inside every thing there is
Money, who's gonna love me if I liquidate and drown me?

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
How much you need her

Nothing is real but the girl, nothing is real but her

Under clear blue skies, who needs it?