Maybe I'm dreaming you. Maybe you're dreaming me; maybe we only exist in each other's dreams and every morning when we wakeup we forget all about each other.
You say good morning when it's midnight Going out of my head, alone in this bed I wakeup to your sunset And it's drivin' me mad, I miss you so bad And my heart heart heart is so jetlagged
You smile, but you're not really happy. You ask, but you don't want to know. You talk, but you aren't saying anything. You laugh, but you don't find it funny. You cry, but it doesn't mean anything. You get up, but you're not really awake. You sleep, but you aren't resting. You're alive, but you aren't really living.
She told me that life is but a lucid dream. And when you die, you wakeup. We are free to do anything in lucid dreams, but why can't I fly? "Because..." she said, "you don't believe in dreams."
I don't want to wakeup one day And find out it's too late To do all the things I want to do So I'm gonna pack up my bags I'm never coming back 'Cause the years are passing by And I've wasted all my time.
Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Every morning in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it must run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter whether you're a lion or gazelle - when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.
I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep And when I wakeup you look so pretty sleeping next to me But there is not enough time And there is no combination of words I could say But I will still tell you one thing We’re better together
'Cause if one day you wakeup and find that you're missing me And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be Thinking maybe you come back into the place that we'd meet And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
