BallaDonna The Real

We trade in pretty words and pretty faces
We build them up, we speak them into being
And false designs in empty, hollow spaces
We live as prisoners of worlds we're never seeing

The truth don't show itself in just a moment
Not in ourselves, not in the world outside
But in its time, the fake will fall and know it
The props collapse — reality won't hide

I'm stripping down reality tonight
I'm tearing off the ornaments and lace
And slowly, I'm recovering my sight
Behind it all, I see the real — I see your face

There's other motives hiding in the shadow
They spend their strength to keep the mask in place
They need to seem impeccable, not shallow
They gild the lie, they cover it with grace

I'm looking back — what was the real thing standing?
What never dulled, what never lost its light?
What stayed unmoved, what kept on withstanding?
What didn't turn to ash, to dust, to night?

I'm stripping down reality tonight
I'm tearing off the ornaments and lace
And slowly, I'm recovering my sight
Behind it all, I see the real — I see your face

I treasure what is real in me and others
The lasting kind, the kind that stays
Like silver — warmth of heart that never smothers
Like gold — the honest, good old ways

I'm stripping down reality tonight
I'm tearing off the ornaments and lace
And slowly, I'm recovering my sight
Behind it all, I see the real — I see your face

I see the real
I see it all

I see the real
I see it all

I SEE THE REAL
I SEE IT ALL