French & Back > Owl City's "The Real World"

I saw the autumn leaves peel off the street
take wing on the gentle breeze and sweep you off your feet.

You blushed as they picked up on the wings of the sugar maple,
to look down on the city below , ablaze with wondrous things .

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a nice place, but I would not live there.

I do not want to live there!

Overwhelmed by heavy lids and lunar lullabies ,
I knew you were awake because you smile with your eyes.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a nice place, but I would not live there.

From the balcony of the green belt, forest fires seem so pretty.
Covered Ponderosa, I would never leave if it were up to me.
For the ruby redwood, and velvet climbing ivy :
painted all mahogany , I never leave if it were up to me.

.. If it were up to me ..

With a starry brush , paint the dusk venetian blue ,
because in the silence of the night, you do not believe the view.
And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night
they freeze and burn where fire and ice collide.

Can you feel the embrace of silk satin in the air ?
If we dissolved without a trace , the real world even care ?
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality is a nice place, but I would not live there.

I would not want to live there!

I saw the autumn leaves peel off the street
take wing on the gentle breeze and sweep you off your feet.