I woke up from a dream within a dream
I’ve seen things you would not believe
So comfort me, look me in the eye
Remind me that it’s not yet time to die
You can question what it means
There is joy in creating memories
You can wonder, is it real?
I can see it, I can feel it, that’s enough for me
When does a program become an instinct?
The need to hold hands with fingers interlinked
What makes us special, unique like a snowflake?
Let’s live an experience no one can replicate
You can question what it means
There is joy in creating memories
You can wonder is it real?
I can see it, I can feel it, that’s enough for me
