Sleeping his only escape from it all.

When he's dreaming,

He gets a chance to escape from the world

And leave it behind.  

He doesn't know what is real,

But he knows he'd rather not deal.  

He doesn't want to wake up to the world.  



Running she wants to run across the grass.

Instead she's lying on a hospital bed,

Hooked up to gas and tubes and lights.

She doesn't even know she's alive.

Except her mother's praying at her bed side.  

The coma has her locked into a hole. 

She doesn't even know what is real,

Except what they tell her to feel.



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things behind us 

Help remind us



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things behind us 

Help remind us of that.  



No they never told us.  



Somewhere between the conscious and the sublime.

Familiar faces meet for a moment displaced in time. 

When one of them talkes 

He says he wants to give up,

Cause his daughter had been taken across.

He doesn't think he can make it on his own.  

When the other faces try to respond

She sees the face is already gone.  



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things behind us 

Help remind us



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things behind us 

Help remind us 



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things

Sometimes these things 



What are you looking at?

Sometimes these things behind us 

Help remind us of that.  



No they never told us. 

No they never told us. 

No they never told us.