Besedila: Senses Fail. Dreaming a Reality.

Is this what it's like? A dream lacking serenity?
A wordless conversation, a "You and I" without a 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 okay

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 okay, as long as I'm dreaming a reality