作曲 : Malory Leyland Torr
Tennis season has come and gone
The bustle of the bars, it lingers on
But I don't go out much
Tend to stay in
I just end up
Getting drunk again
Wish I could write a song
To love a little better
Keep from going wrong
I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure
And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love
Is this even real love
Blanket wrapped
I've been cold
Trying to choose between silver and gold
But I can't spot a fake it"ll have own up
My guess has never been good enough
Wish I could write a song
To love a little better
Keep from going wrong
I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure
And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love
Is this even real love
Put a letter in a bottle
Maybe get an answer
Take a look at Aristotle
He had all the answers
He had all the answers
Is this even real love
Is this even real love
Wish I could write a song
To love a little better
Keep from going wrong
I've got feelings that I can't seem to figure
And a strange new but an old question
Is this even real love
Is this even real love