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