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
you make me real
discard my friends to change the scenery
strong as i feel
it meant the wrold to hold a bruising faith
you make me real
but now it's just a matter of grace