Brian Mcfadden

Showbiz dinners and a free champagne
Men in suits who think they know it all
No one knows me, but they know my name
That's not real to me
Hotel lobby to the aeroplane
Another country but they start to look the same
Watch the world behind a windowpane
That's not real to me
When I see my babies run
When all the madness has really gone
I raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me, real to me
Dying flowers in a dressing room
A dangerous time to let your head make up its own mind
Got me thinking 'bout the spirits flown
That's not real to me
When I see my babies run
When all the madness has really gone
I raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me