Caught a glimpse of the real thing Pour another drink Raise it to the real thing Sunday, 3 a.m. Twirling circles Arms outstretched Velvet between the vertebrae You felt it Pull me close and make me stay Hold me with your bloodied hands This is living, understand? Out of the corner of my eye Something real passes by Once again Give me something I can keep To help this troubled heart to sleep Without you Without you Without you Out of the corner of my eye Something real passes by Once again Give me something I can keep To help this troubled heart to sleep Without you Without you Without you