From the recording Searching for September
Love, it seems that you've wasted all my time. You're killing me when I believe I'm fine. Real love is a crime. Loneliness, you're driving me insane. You're leaving me when only I remain. Real love is a game. But it's you that I want, and I can't let go. I have tried so hard, but I need you more than ever, real love. You came to me like riches to the poor. You'd give me some, but all I'd want is more. Real love is a whore. But it's you that I want, and I can't let go. I have tried so hard, but I need you more than ever, real love. Love, I'm stuck between enduring themes. You sow me up, then you cut me at the seams. Real love is a dream. And so I'll sleep just to see your face. You can live in a dream for all I care. Real love.