Somewhere in a dream
I'm still the person I used to be
As I fall back asleep
Still holding on to things out of reach
The Sun on my face
No, it don't feel the same
What if the silence is something that I'll grow to love?
What if the cryin' is there to remind me what was?
I feel most alive thinkin' about when I die
Plants wilted and brown
The metaphor stings when I sleep on the couch
Love starts as a curse
That don't take its shape till you watch in reverse
The skin that I've traced
Skin that I've traced
It don't feel the same
What if the silence is something that I'll grow to love?
What if the cryin' is there to remind me what was?
I feel most alive thinkin' about when I die
I feel most alive thinkin' about when I die
