Текст песни What Hollywood Won’t Tell You - Laureli Amadeus

Tire iron to the face
He drowned in blood so far away
Returned with magic and a cape
Death is an illusion game

Angels, monsters, beer and guns
America, still looking young
Confessions made in different tongues
We're falling out like dentures son

Now my heart was broken once before
I hid the key and locked the doors
Can't let you in nor shoulder my way out
I know by now love is not so sweet
Chocolate, cards, or movie scenes
It's cold and dark and hurts to breathe
If not love, it's irony

Cause Hollywood got it all wrong
It ain't roses, sex, or pretty songs
Although those may have beauty in their right
Real true love ain't on a screen
Art, or dance, or poetry
They're fragments of a greater thing
Just one step in a couples' swing

Real true love can't be seen, or heard, or sung in a song like this
Or heard, or sung in a song like this
I'll give away all my secrets
If you really want me, here's your checklist:
Make my heart pound
Make my cheeks blush
Feel heaven bound when you start to crush
My soul, my love, do you live up to that name?

Break me good
Teach me how to cry
And fill me up when I yearn to die
Is it true love if I'm not weeping your name
Do you keep me up past the twilight haze
And when I sleep, do I dream of your embrace?
Come early dawn will I still feel a trace
Is it love or just a phase?