I wear this body like it bears no soul, nfor hours it walks the streets until nit's sent off to sleep. nI wear this body like it has no home; nit's so easy to lose your way when every city feels the same. nWhat if we get to the sky and this was all a lie, nthis was all a dream? nFor twenty years you've just been asleep. nI wear this body like it knows these roads nand as I lay me down to sleep I pray some grace my soul will keep. nI know that you know how the weather will change nbut this atmosphere that you create nwill stay the same whether I change.n From this side of the sea it's all just a myth to me.
nIt's not a dream, I do believe.