My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers This fragile sense of who I am and where, 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 coloured 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
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore When I would die to feel anything Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore When I would die to feel anything Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore When I would die to feel anything Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts