Is this what it`s like?
A dream lacking serenity?
A wordless conversation, a "you and i" without me.
Well I try and i won`t get far,
i`ll die and i won`t get far
i`ll try and know that everything`s ok
So I guess this is where I lie
where the days are endless and the nights, they just don`t belong.
Dreaming my reality
where truth and fiction don`t seem to exist
Confusion is home here, but believe in you is what you insist (it`s what you insist)
Nights, don`t belong, the nights, don`t belong, and the nights, they just don`t belong.
(Nights don`t belong) I`ll never be ok, as long as i`m dreaming a reality.