(feat. Alice Ripley)

Diana:

Do you wake up in the morning
And need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries

And feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside
Not knowing when you'll dive...

Do you know,
Do you know
What it's like to die alive?


When a world that once had color
Fades to white and grey and black...

When tomorrow terrifies you
But you'll die if you look back.


You don't know,
I know you don't know.
You say that you're hurting--

It sure doesn't show.
You don't know...
It lays me so low

When you say let go
And I say
You don't know...


The sensation that you're screaming
But you never make a sound,

Or the feeling that you're falling
But you never hit the ground--
It just keeps on rushing at you

Day by day by day by day...
You don't know
You don't know

What it's like to live that way.

Like a refugee, a fugitive

Forever on the run...
If it gets me, it will kill me--
But I don't know what I've done.