Last night I packed up all my clothing
Patched up all the holes in yesterday
I tried to make it on my own here
It gets a little lonely way down here
But my father told me, "Son, stand up tall, the world is too crowded to live without love"
And that's when she walked right through my front door
Like some kind of magic, oh she got me asking:
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Last night I wrote my own confession
Counted up my blessings from today
You got anything to slow my beating heart?
Its just a little hard to believe you're here
But my father told me, "Son, stand up tall, the world is too crowded to live without love"
And that's when she walked right through my front door
Like some kind of magic, oh she got me asking:
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comIs this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?
Is this really real life?