I find myself afraid to see,
whats behind the wall.
Try to walk that path alone,
but I trip over the stones.
In the dead cold of this winter,
my hands freeze to the bone.

You could be dreaming,
and you won't even know.
Drift from memory to memory,
each one more vacant than the other.
The walls between each grow thicker,
impossible to reach the so distant thoughts.

Crowds of people,
all sworming around in the city.
I find it too hard to pass the time there.

You could be dreaming,
and you won't even know.

I find myself believing in this illusion.
People wanting to help,
but I know that I'm truly alone.
Searching for a smile,
But all I see around is cold.

You could be dreaming,
and you won't even know.
This life is but a concept of reality,
each slide a moment in time.

I could be dreaming,
and I wouldn't even know it.
I drift from memory to memory,
each one more vacant than the other.
I fear whats behind the walls.
As they grow thicker,
I find it impossible to reach the so distant ones.