My vision died, my vision died.
With all the things you left behind.
So take my hand, I will lift you from this place.
All these things have hit me so suddenly,
all I can do is dream.
So take me with you, there’s nothing left for me here.
All I can do is dream.
Awake, awake from this nightmare.
Don’t you, don’t you feel this way at all?
The world passes by as we sit idly,
in our separate lives.
Transitions help us grow and fulfill
our perceptions and our will to live.
Don’t you feel this way?
Cause I have felt this way all along.
I will find a way to bring you back home.
If it’s the last thing I do. Bring you home.
We are drifting further and further
away from what means the most to us.
Dissociation has got the best of me,
and what’s holding us here.
So take my hand I’ll lift you from this place.