From the recording Dia Luein
There are days in my life when I look at the world
like the swirl of a dream like it seems to me now.
Then my head starts to spin. Am I in? Am I out?
What's it all about? Oh, man!
Then I shiver. I shake. I take all of the weight
and I carry it far for no reason at all
but to feel . . .
that I'm real. And you’re real.
and it’s reeeeeeeeeeeeeal!!
Stacks and stacks of photographs are not enough to change the past
but where time goes it won't come back from.
(No, no, no.)
I studied ancient history. It’s algebra, mythology.
But even what's in front of me is a mystery.
Quarks and quantum molecules split shit up and broke the rules.
And now I'm just a useless tool in a shutdown shed.
But I'm real. And you’re real.
And it's reeeeeeeeeal!!
There's a couple of things that will never descend
to the depths of my doubts where it's darker than hell
and I can't feel . . .
if you’re real—or I’m real.
But we're real.