In some ways the coma was good I guess that I needed the sleep And I can't remember a thing From stories they've been telling me And who would've thought it'd be better like this Oh who would've thought it'd be better My eyes are open So why can't I see? So much unspoken That I cannot speak
It's true I completely derailed Thrown off and detached from the track And if I had wanted it so Still I could never reattach My eyes are open So why can't I see? So much unspoken That I cannot speak If I stop hoping What happens to me? What happens to me? In some ways the coma was good