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
Sympathize her pious pleasures, go down the stairs
Into the dark again
To feel alive again, and wait for

Real love
Or is it me you're after
Is it time
Cause it's now or never
Real love
Real love forever
Real love

Born of the ball and chain
Into a world sustained with sorrow

Real love
A real touch we speak in
Is it ours
Or is it what we're seekin'
Real love

In the eyes, behold and you'll find the 21st century
You 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 against tomorrow

Real love
Or is it me you're after
Is it time
Cause it's now or never
Real love
Real love forever
Is it love
Or just yours to treasure
Real love
Real love
Real love

We never listen
Real love will listen
And tell her of a fortune
Real love is riches
Scratch through the changes
Real love is nameless
So tired and hopeless

Real love is painless
Nobody mentions
We ever move to collect
The solar questions
Demon scorn should not relax
The laws of gravity

Real love

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Writer(s): WILLIAM PATRICK CORGAN