Is there such a thing as real or fake I'm watchin the shadows on the sidewalk break Sellin all my kisses by the side of the lake I'm watchin the dove fly away with the cake And I'm thinkin about The mechanical bull of heaven Looked it straight in the eye and fell into a shell In that moment I wanted nothing, nothing more than myself It tenses and quivers Navigating the maze I fumble with the airlock then capitulate Is there such a thing as real or fake I rest my cheek to the stuff dark matter generates Fall in love with the wheel or get crushed by the game Cause nothing's ever static or just more of the same And I'm thinking about The mechanical bull of heaven Looked it straight in the eye and fell into a shell In that moment I wanted nothing, nothing more than myself In that moment I wanted nothing, nothing more than myself