| Song | Real Love |
| Artist | The Smashing Pumpkins |
| Album | Machina II/The Friends and Enemies of Mordern Music |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Billy Corgan Music:Billy Corgan | |
| Fall in to the century of supersonic cross | |
| Blessed she in aching silence- eternal loss | |
| Calling out 'I won't surrender' | |
| A locket of her hair | |
| Sympathize her pious pleasures | |
| Go down the stairs into the dark again | |
| To feel alive again, and wait for | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you're after | |
| Is it time? | |
| Because it's now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Real love | |
| Born of the fallen chain | |
| Into a world sustained with sorrow | |
| Real love | |
| A real touch we speak in | |
| Is it lies. | |
| Or is what we're seeking | |
| Real love | |
| In the eyes | |
| Behold and you'll find the 21st century | |
| Detonate her will and her widowed speech | |
| Buried in the backyard shadow | |
| The rusty shadow tin | |
| That held her mother's first kiss in a | |
| Nameless dream | |
| Fall down the stairs again | |
| To feel alive again, it's tommorow | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you're after | |
| Is it time | |
| Cause it's now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Is it love | |
| Or just yours to treasure | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| We never listen | |
| Real love will listen | |
| And tell of a fortune | |
| Real love is riches | |
| Scratch through the changes | |
| Real love is nameless | |
| So tired and hopeless | |
| Real love is painless | |
| Nobody mentions | |
| We ever move to collect | |
| The solar questions | |
| Demon scorn should not relax | |
| The laws of gravity | |
| Real Love |
| Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
| Fall in to the century of supersonic cross | |
| Blessed she in aching silence eternal loss | |
| Calling out ' I won' t surrender' | |
| A locket of her hair | |
| Sympathize her pious pleasures | |
| Go down the stairs into the dark again | |
| To feel alive again, and wait for | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you' re after | |
| Is it time? | |
| Because it' s now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Real love | |
| Born of the fallen chain | |
| Into a world sustained with sorrow | |
| Real love | |
| A real touch we speak in | |
| Is it lies. | |
| Or is what we' re seeking | |
| Real love | |
| In the eyes | |
| Behold and you' ll find the 21st century | |
| Detonate her will and her widowed speech | |
| Buried in the backyard shadow | |
| The rusty shadow tin | |
| That held her mother' s first kiss in a | |
| Nameless dream | |
| Fall down the stairs again | |
| To feel alive again, it' s tommorow | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you' re after | |
| Is it time | |
| Cause it' s now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Is it love | |
| Or just yours to treasure | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| We never listen | |
| Real love will listen | |
| And tell of a fortune | |
| Real love is riches | |
| Scratch through the changes | |
| Real love is nameless | |
| So tired and hopeless | |
| Real love is painless | |
| Nobody mentions | |
| We ever move to collect | |
| The solar questions | |
| Demon scorn should not relax | |
| The laws of gravity | |
| Real Love |
| Lyrics: Billy Corgan Music: Billy Corgan | |
| Fall in to the century of supersonic cross | |
| Blessed she in aching silence eternal loss | |
| Calling out ' I won' t surrender' | |
| A locket of her hair | |
| Sympathize her pious pleasures | |
| Go down the stairs into the dark again | |
| To feel alive again, and wait for | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you' re after | |
| Is it time? | |
| Because it' s now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Real love | |
| Born of the fallen chain | |
| Into a world sustained with sorrow | |
| Real love | |
| A real touch we speak in | |
| Is it lies. | |
| Or is what we' re seeking | |
| Real love | |
| In the eyes | |
| Behold and you' ll find the 21st century | |
| Detonate her will and her widowed speech | |
| Buried in the backyard shadow | |
| The rusty shadow tin | |
| That held her mother' s first kiss in a | |
| Nameless dream | |
| Fall down the stairs again | |
| To feel alive again, it' s tommorow | |
| Real love | |
| Or is it me you' re after | |
| Is it time | |
| Cause it' s now or never | |
| Real love | |
| Real love forever | |
| Is it love | |
| Or just yours to treasure | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| Real love | |
| We never listen | |
| Real love will listen | |
| And tell of a fortune | |
| Real love is riches | |
| Scratch through the changes | |
| Real love is nameless | |
| So tired and hopeless | |
| Real love is painless | |
| Nobody mentions | |
| We ever move to collect | |
| The solar questions | |
| Demon scorn should not relax | |
| The laws of gravity | |
| Real Love |