Reality is something that you and me can only dream with open eyes and open hearts and open minds from the start
I listen close to the beat of everything, all around me and people talk, and what they say cuts to the core of my worst fear They say, they say
Where is your head? Where is your head? Stuck in some dream where no one is listening. Where is your head? Where is your head? Stuck in some cloud where no one is listening.
Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. Can I make it change? Maybe, maybe. Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. When you're beneath the ground you've got no one to turn to I'm not gonna fade away with you.
Am I a part of my mind? Or am I stuck inside my head? Is it true that I can see only what I want to believe?
But if it were what I choose what I see, and what I hear and people talk, and what they say cuts to the core of my worst fear They say, they say
Where is your head? Where is your head? Stuck in some dream where no one is listening. Where is your head? Where is your head? Stuck in some cloud where no one is listening.
Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. Can I make it change? Maybe, maybe. Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. When you're beneath the ground you've got no one to turn to I'm not gonna fade away with you.
What made you think I was crazy? What made you think I need saving? What made you think I was crazy? I don't need your saving.
Where is your head? Where is your head? Stuck in some dream where no one is listening. Where is your head? Where is your head?
Stuck in some cloud where no one is listening. Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. Can I make it change? Maybe, maybe. Should I drive away? Maybe, maybe. When you're beneath the ground you've got no one to turn to I'm not gonna fade away with you.