Prove It

They think you're a fantasy Doesn't mean that much to me Living like you're on the screen I'm looking for the real, real thing Virtue is a fickle road I walk the line of something uncontrolled You and I sleep alone I wish that you would follow me, follow me home Follow me home And all the love in the world Couldn't fill all your need Couldn't build a city enough alive For your thrill I'll take mine, I'll take mine They think you're a fantasy Doesn't mean that much to me