Claire's Not Real

The fire-lanes and the bridleways The sculptures made of rain On the 15th August, the fires came back again But as the nighttime fades away I don't know, I don't know anyway Is it written on my face? I don't know, I don't know anyway But there's something I can do Here with you, here with you But there's something I can do Here with you And sometimes, I'm walking home At my door, I am not there anymore I am not there anymore Do you know what I mean? Is the dream hard to shake? But as the nighttime fades away I don't know, I don't know anyway Is it written on my face? I don't know, I don't know anyway But there's something I can do Here with you, here with you But there's something I can feel, Claire's not real