Sleeping, his only escape from it all
when hes 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,
in a hospital bed hooked up to gas, and tubes, and lights
she doesn't even know she's alive
except her mother's praying by her 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 the things behind us help remind us of that
Somewhere, between the subconcious and the sublime
familiar faces meet for a moment displaced in time
when one of them talks:
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 face tries to respond
she sees the face, is already gone...
what are you looking at? Sometimes the things behind us help remind us of that