My vision died, my vision died
With all the things you left behind
So take my hand, I will lift you from this place

All these things have hit me so suddenly
All I can do is dream
So take me with you, there's nothing left for me here
All I can do is dream
Awake, awake from this nightmare
Don't you, don't you feel this way at all?

The world passes by as we sit idly
In our separate lives
Transitions help us grow and fulfill
Our perceptions and our will to live
Don't you feel this way?
Cause I have felt this way all along

I will find a way to bring you back home
If it's the last thing I do. Bring you home
We are drifting further and further
Away from what means the most to us
Dissociation has got the best of me
And what's holding us here
So take my hand I'll lift you from this place