[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Sunrise paints the window gold, another day begins to unfold
Got this feeling deep inside, a question I can't seem to hide
Lately I've been thinking, 'bout the path that I am on
What if all this comfort, was suddenly just gone?
Would your hand still reach for mine, if the velvet turned to dust?
Would your heart still beat in time, if all my fortunes lost?
[Chorus]
Tell me, baby, honestly, if my world fell to its knees
If the mansions crumbled down, and no crown could be found
Would you still see the man inside, past the glamour and the pride?
Would your love still burn so bright, in the absence of the light?
More than material, tell me, is our love ethereal?
More than material, tell me, is our love real?
[Verse 2]
I\'ve been working hard everyday, building dreams in every way
But sometimes doubt begins to creep, while the city\'s fast asleep
What if the ambition fades, and the accolades all disappear?
If the promises I\'ve made, were swallowed up by fear?
Would your laughter fill the nights, when the noise of fame grows dim?
Would you still choose me, when the spotlight stops shining on him?
[Chorus]
Tell me, baby, honestly, if my world fell to its knees
If the mansions crumbled down, and no crown could be found
Would you still see the man inside, past the glamour and the pride?
Would your love still burn so bright, in the absence of the light?
More than material, tell me, is our love ethereal?
More than material, tell me, is our love real?
[Bridge]
If the maps got torn and the roads disappear, would you stay near?
If the whispers of doubt grew loud, could I still hear you clear?
[Chorus]
Tell me, baby, honestly, if my world fell to its knees
If the mansions crumbled down, and no crown could be found
Would you still see the man inside, past the glamour and the pride?
Would your love still burn so bright, in the absence of the light?
More than material, tell me, is our love ethereal?
More than material, tell me, is our love real?
[Outro]
Would your heart stay steady, would you stay true by my side?
If the gold turned to paper and our fears began to hide?
Yes, if love remains, then nothing changes what we feel inside.