"Feels So Real"

"I’m as bad as an old washing machine, 

Spinnin’ ‘round but I never get clean"

Sometimes, I wonder why I even second guess myself because 99.9% of the time my gut instinct is right.  I have this crazy, insane, chilling connection with songs that I will spend the rest of my life trying to figure out why.  I saw Eden's Edge on the Grand Ole Opry and was blown away.  There's something about these voices that feel so fresh, yet like I've heard them for the past 19 years.  Needless to say, I think there's something incredible here.  Anyways, I just listened to their EP previews and this is the only song that stuck out to me.  The title alone could be taken a million different ways.  Then, I listened to the full song and quite possibly one of my favorite lines/verses I have ever heard.  Well, after I heard 30 seconds of pure magic, I giggled and thought these newbies couldn't possibly have gotten their hands on a piece of Hillary Lindsey written treasure.  So...of course, I took to google, and my answer was right in front of me.       But thats all I really had to do was listen to the rest of the song and I would've heard the brilliance of 'painted shut heart', the glass shatters, "Oh the outside I'm not leather yet."  Like, come on?  Only one person could've possibly written that. 

FM Radio:
Singers: Edens Edge
Songwriters: Angelo, Hillary Lindsey, Tia Sillers
Song: Feels So Real

It was two years ago and it was yesterday
Might not make sense but that’s just the way it feels to me
I’m as bad as an old washing machine
Spinnin’ ‘round but I never get clean
Don’t you see

Cause baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real

Inside I still got this breaking in my chest
Don’t feel like flesh, it feels like glass
And glass shatters

Oh outside I’m not leather yet
But these days I’m tougher than I ever thought I’d get
Or ever wanna be, and the heart of the matter

Is baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real, feels so real

Pullin’ down Jupiter, would be much easier
Swimming in the sky that would be a breeze
Than finding a magic cure, help me remember
You’re nothing but a memory

Baby you’re gone but you’re like the wind
Out of the calm you come back again
Rattling the windows of my painted shut heart
Feels so real, feels so real
It was two years ago and it was yesterday
Oh it feels so real, oh
Might not make sense but that’s just the way it feels to me