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

I saw the autumn leaves peel up off the street ,
Under the wings of a soothing breeze and sweep you leg.

You blushed like a winner you on sugar maple wings,
look down on the city , in the heat of wonderful things .

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality jestpiękne place, but I would not want to live there.

I do not want to live there !

Weighed down by heavy lids and lunar lullabies ,
I knew that in reality , because the smile in your eyes.

Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality jestpiękne place, but I would not want to live there.

From the green belt balcony, fire look so beautiful.
Ponderosa canopy , never leave if it were me .
Sequoia trees in ruby ​​and velvet climbing ivy :
painted all mahogany, never leave if it were me .

.. If it were up to me ..

With a starry brush, paint the dusk venetian blue,
because in silence , in the evening , never believing view .
And when the leaves return and their whisperings wypełnićnoc ,
They freeze and burn fire and ice , where they collide .

You can feel the shaking in the air silk satin ?
If you dissolve without a trace, będzieprawdziwym world cares?
Downy feathers kiss your face and flutter everywhere.
Reality jestpiękne 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 ,
Under the wings of a soothing breeze and sweep you leg.