Hey! Hey!
What can I say about tomorrow?
End the days that lay in front of me.

Everything was going so well.
It's just as I planned.
Sleight of hand; separation.

Hit the floor, and show me how you
move the way you're moving right now.
You, tear me apart. You, shake it up...

I found a slower feel.

Do you believe me? To whoever you're dreaming of,

It can't be real.
"Nod at every color has been dyed a brilliant white.
Tell me, in the morning

will I wake? Will I open my eyes?
It can't be real.
Since my senses up and left me, this can be real.


Hey! Hey!
What can I say about yesterday?

And the wake that lies behind me?
Everything was going so well.
It was just as I planned.


Every day, a darker shade.
And roads I knew, now alleyways.

Oh how I feel the Earth beneath me shaking.
And everything about this dream, its
leaving me stuck in between Hell,

and where I'm fine. My way back home:
Sleight of hand; separation.
Hit the floor, and show me how

move the way you're moving right now.
You tear me apart, piece by piece.
Limb from limb.


Do you believe me? It can't be real.
Nod at every color has been dyed a brilliant white.

Tell me, in the morning will I wake? Will I open my eyes?
It can't be real. Since my senses up and left me, this can be real.
"No, everything about this place is making my world

fall down around me."