Unreal

t's you I wanna hear,

Nothing more to please my ears

Our moments go back in time,

As I sit here watching TV

So please just come home straight to me

Tell me that you'll be okay

I'll fight my tears while I must wait

Just come to me and I'll hold you tight

Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times

Nothing is real

Nothing is real

Two weeks have passed in all,

your cell phone still rings when I call

I imagine that you'll be fine

Reassuring myself all the time

While this feeling of grief leaves me blind

Tell me that you'll be okay

I'll fight my tears while I must wait

Just come to me and I'll hold you tight

Close your eyes and imagine, imagine the good times

Nothing is real

Nothing is real