Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between What actually has happened and what was just a dream Sometimes it feels like I have always been here Where every ghost resides but never leaves Diane, this could be it now Every plan forever upside down We’ll wake up dead By the river’s edge Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between Voices in the hallway and the ones on TV Illuminates the room until the A.M When we finally lay our sullen heads to sleep