Fall into the century on a supersonic cross
Blessed she in aching silence- eternal loss
Calling out "I won't surrender." A locket of her hair
into the dark again
To feel alive again, and wait for
Real love
Or is it me you're after
Is it time?
In the eyes. Behold and you'll find the 21st century
Detonate her will and her widowed speech
Buried in the backyard shadow: The rusty coffee tin
That held her mother's first kiss in a nameless dream
Fall down the stairs again
To feel alive again, it's tommorow
Real love
Or is it me you're after
Is it time
We never listen
Real love will listen
And tell of a fortune
The laws of gravity
Real Love