Interbellum - Astronautalis

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man

It’s that amazing thing

When a pigeon takes to wing

Though impossible it seems

It keeps its pace just hovering

Feathers flapping in the rain

So perfect as the finite dream

It hangs outside a window

With a northbound speeding train

This stairs

I’ve seen them doing things

From coop to stoop to window pane

Cool and quiet on the train

Defining monuments to greats

Then one day, the one small day

In the sin mixer of lowly change

But change to clanks the mechanics

The gently moving wing

Holy in name

By the bird

Frozen in amber

Levitating, so very patient

Within the fingertips' reach

Hypnotize eyes never looking back

As I wave goodbye on the street

So you can be free

Be free

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man

Once you pawn your diamond rings and things

Forsake friends and family

Erase every entry in your diary you had for me

Melt down your crown and give the things

Pay full for every field and stream

Then one day just up and leave

So you can be free

If you sell your soul so happily

I’d gladly pay you handsomely

But I know that fuckin' devil

Keeps his pockets just so goddamn deep

Every time I try to reach into my wallet

For another buck

I only come up with a key to open your cage

And set you free, so be free

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

The, the, the real

The real

Real man is never broken man