Escape From the Real World

let me write you a song, girl that i will never sing you because I'm far too shy and no, I won't write about the real world because I've found that the real world isn't pretty unless you lie instead I'll sing about the slow twirls that you and I make as we dance across my mind and I'll try to capture how my lips curl as I try to remember the taste from that last kiss goodbye I can't imagine heaven, girl being anything less than the peace in your eyes and I can cope with the real world if every now and again I can see you smile my head has been constantly in that slow twirl ever since I met you and I don't know why but now I long to see your lips curl logging away the taste of our next kiss goodbye