You don't wanna become as she said, you wanna drink a feel
Just lie down on the couch over there
and tell me how you feel
I stare at the ceiling light
A colorful sky starts to appear

For an hour, twice a week, and seven-hundred days
Golden sun and fallen leaves, Chris and his dog ways
Dreams shift to a silent tone
Transportation dies alone

I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until
We can go in there together hand in hand
I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until
We can go in there together, hand in hand
(raise your hands in the sky)

She said that he's working here
She said that he died

I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until
We can go in there together hand in hand
I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until
We can go in there together, hand in hand
(raise your hands in the sky)