My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers, This fragile sense of who I am and where I'm from Keep on stretching, reaching for whispers and fragments, Do I ever really sleep, or am I just unaware?
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest
Please somebody tell me, why nothing feels real anymore, when I would die to feel anything Everything is colored pastels and racing hearts
When my heart beats in my ears, and the blood goes to my head It's then that I truly feel alive and I think of you and I think of you
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest And I don't want to lose my hold, I don't want to lose control