Sometimes I feel
Like nothing is real
Pictures lined up
Around me
Trying to ease
My ongoing disease
Clean up the mess
Behind me
And I stand still
I wish I could
Find some more sense
Behind these plastic strings and wood
Looking behind
Often I find
Moments that passed
Distract me
Whisper my ear
Spreading small seeds of fear
Nowhere to go
They tell me
And I stand still
I wish I could
Find some more sense
Behind these plastic strings and wood
Hopes that I had
Tied on such a thin thread
In moments you'll see
Them falling
I play for a crowd
That cannot be found
I have no choice
But keep going
And I stand still
I wish I could
Find some more sense
Behind these strings and wood
And you, oh, know how
To walk me through
The dawn is getting near
And nothing seems real but you
