My consciousness keeps slipping through my fingers
This fragile sense of who I am and where, where I'm from
Keep on stretching reaching for whispers and fragments
Do I ever really sleep, or am I just unaware?
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
When my heart beats in my ears
And the blood goes to my head
It's then that I truly feel alive
And I think of you
And I think of you
Wake up, wake up, my courage is laid to rest
And I don't want to lose my hold, I don't want to lose control
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay
In the end, tell me everything will be okay, be okay
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts
Please somebody tell me why nothing feels real anymore
When I would die to feel anything
Everything is coloured pastels and racing hearts