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