paroles de chanson Something Real - Joe Traxler

Shallow talk
Even at the bottom of the glass
My vision's getting blurry and the liquor in my blood asks
Her back to mine
Dead air in the cab in the dead of night
We lay our bodies bare and fake love in the pale moonlight

This is getting so old
When did my my soul grow so cold
I just wanna feel something real again

Back seats, silver screens
We were just kids
Taught how to kiss by movie scenes
And I put my trust on the stacks and went all-in
I bet you were the one-in-a-million
But I've lost it all, my faith in love all dead and gone

This is getting so old
When did my my soul grow so cold
Will I ever feel something real again?

Now love is just a faint and distant memory
Maybe I should blame my self full-filling prophecies
It just never plays out the way that it's supposed to be

This is getting so old
When did my my soul grow so cold
Will I ever feel something real again?
Will I ever feel something real again?
Will I ever feel something real again?