could this be that we've all been dead?
between the dreams of disbelief
my daily walk
my rolled up sleeves
i'm whispering those simple things
to help me sleep
and dream and dream
once i burned for more than a love
i burned for life
i burned so tough
i was invincable
but like a mother's touch it came to me
opened my eyes and made me to see
i'm not alive
the music i loved so pasionately has died
could this be that we've all been dead?
just over our heads
over our heads
move. move on me
i'm not gonna lie
i've seen better times
that were harder to find
and fall. fall asleep
but i'm begging for words
and hoping for dreams
with the soundtracks of my symphonies
but silently
i dream of the dark
its really not hard
when sleeping so firmly
heaven make me a place
this is the end
this is the end