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

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street
take wing and balmy breezes Sweep You Off Your Feet .

You blushed as you blow on sugar maple wings
to gaze down at the city below , ablaze with wondrous things .

Delicate feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere .
Reality is a lovely place but I would not want to live there.

I would not want to live there !

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

Delicate feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere .
Reality is a lovely place but I would not want to live there.

From the green belt balcony , the flames look so beautiful .
PONDEROSA canopy , I'd never leave if it were up to me .
Ruby Redwood tree , and the velvet climbing ivy :
painted all mahogany , I'd never leave if it were up to me .

.. If it was up to me ..

With a starry brush , paint the dusk venetian blue ,
because in the evening hush , you'll never believe the view .
And when the leaves return and their whisperings fill the night
They 'll freeze and burn where fire and ice collide .

You feel a silk embrace in the satin air ?
If we dissolve without a trace , will the real world even care?
Delicate feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere .
Reality is a lovely place but I would not want to live there.

I would not want to live there !

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street
take wing and balmy breezes Sweep You Off Your Feet .