Some Kinda Same Reality

You say we come from different countries
And that we look back on some different stories
But I tell ya we own something, makes it different
Yeah we own what’s you and me:
Some kinda same reality, wah-oh, wah-oh-oh
Some kinda same reality, wah-oh, oh-oh

And I’ve never ever done a thing that you wanted me to do, oh no…
I said I’ve never ever done a thing that you wanted me to do, wah-oh-oh
Stood in the door so full of fear
To let you go, to let you hear
That I guess I just don’t know
Like in that song that we both know
Like me and you, and you and me
Some kinda same reality, wah-oh, wah-oh-oh

So come on, come on take a seat, yeah
Come on, have a drink for free, yeah
Come on, come on take a seat, yeah
Come on, come on and we’ll see

And I’ve never ever left the room when you wanted me to go, oh no, sorry!
I said I’ve never ever left the room when you wanted me to go, wah-oh-oh
An idee fixe played tricks on me
And I thought love could break it free
But I guess I just don’t know like in that song that we both own
Can’t handle you, can’t handle me
Oh what a bad reality
Oh such a bad catastrophy, wah-oh, wah-oh-oh

So come on…

And I’ve never ever done a thing that you wanted me to do, oh no…
I said I’ve never ever done a thing that you wanted me to do, oh-oh
Stood in the door so full of fear
To let you go, to let you hear
That I guess I just don’t know
Like in that song that we both know
Like me and you, and you and me
Oh what a bad…

I can’t say I’m innocent
I have been much too…huh! ‘bout this love, wild…
And why don’t you care about this love?
Care about this love
Care about this love
Care about this love
Care about this love
Care about this love

Loving you through secrets
Keeping you though it’s emptiness
Holding you in those moments
Saving and losing, yeah breathing
Losing myself in you

And still you say we come from different countries
And that we look look back on some different stories
But I tell ya we own something, makes it different
Yeah we own what’s you and me:
Some kinda same reality
Oh why don’t you see it’s oh so damn ugly
Why don’t you see it, hey…yo!

So come on…

What a bad reality
What a bad reality
What a bad bad bad…reality

© Text: Ellen Klinghammer
[von der CD "Holly's Songs"]