twilight  fades
through  blistered  avalon
the  sky's  cruel  torch
on  arching  autobahn
into  the  uncertain  divine
we  scream  into  the  last  divine
you  make  me  real
you  make  me  real
strong  as  i  feel
you  make  me  real
sheila  rides  on  crashing  nightingale
intake  eyes  leave  passing  vapor  trails
with  blushing  brilliance  alive
because  it's  time  to  arrive
you  make  me  real
you  make  me  real
strong  as  i  feel
you  make  me  real
lately  i  just  can't  seem  to  believe
discard  my  friends  to  change  the  scenery
it  meant  the  wrold  to  hold  a  bruising  faith
but  now  it's  just  a  matter  of  grace
a  summer  storm  graces  all  of  me
highway  warm  sing  silent  poetry
i  could  bring  you  the  light
and  take  you  home  into  the  night
you  make  me  real
lately  i  just  can't  seem  to  believe
discard  my  friends  to  change  the  scenery
it  meant  the  wrold  to  hold  a  bruising <-1>faith