Don't turn back
I won't let you ruin this love without me
We had waited our whole lives
Long way back
Down the road we're going down
Fear, hold me now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
Our fortress
We're still building
Like in a 1980's U2 song
We're burning down love
Can you still hear me?
'Cause I will shout it out
'Til the silence cracks and you echo back
We will rebuild this love
Fear, hold me now
I can stand it
Can you stand it?
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
Nothing to figure out
It's just you and me now
Oh well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, oh oh-oh
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's no one to stop us now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
Red Wanting Blue - Real Thing Lyrics
Red Wanting Blue - Real Thing Lyrics
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Don't turn back
I won't let you ruin this love without me
We had waited our whole lives
Long way back
Down the road we're going down
Fear, hold me now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
Our fortress
We're still building
Like in a 1980's U2 song
We're burning down love
Can you still hear me?
'Cause I will shout it out
'Til the silence cracks and you echo back
We will rebuild this love
Fear, hold me now
I can stand it
Can you stand it?
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
Nothing to figure out
It's just you and me now
Oh well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, oh oh-oh
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's no one to stop us now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
I won't let you ruin this love without me
We had waited our whole lives
Long way back
Down the road we're going down
Fear, hold me now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
Our fortress
We're still building
Like in a 1980's U2 song
We're burning down love
Can you still hear me?
'Cause I will shout it out
'Til the silence cracks and you echo back
We will rebuild this love
Fear, hold me now
I can stand it
Can you stand it?
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing left to figure out
Nothing to figure out
It's just you and me now
Oh well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, well we've got the real thing
We've got the real thing now
Oh, oh oh-oh
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's no one to stop us now
If we've got the real thing
Then we've got it all worked out
If we've got the real thing
There's nothing to figure out
Writer: MICHAEL PATRICK BLOOD, PHILLIP HALL, CHRISTIAN STEPHEN MORROW
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Performed By: Red Wanting Blue
Length: 4:50
Written by: MICHAEL PATRICK BLOOD, PHILLIP HALL, CHRISTIAN STEPHEN MORROW