Paroles de Is This Really Happening?

She's a golden ticket A shining peach mixed in a drink That's resting on a chair in a desert land And not a grain of sand has compromised her worth And you're a broken man Crawling on his hands and knees In that same desert land Doing the best he can not to think about how he really needs that drink Is this really... Is this really happening? The sun's finally shining down on me Is this really happening The snow's actually meting in front of my face I don't know but I've been told That a New York winter is mighty cold Yeah, but we still walk down the coldest blocks using the fire in our hearts The way it wasn't, the way it is that works perfectly for me So let's keep it that way Is this really... Is this really happening? The sun's finally shining down on me Is this really happening The snow's actually meting in front of my face [2x] This perfectly perfect disease has got me down on my knees No not to pray but just to say I love you more than yesterday