Black Dresses

Dreaming

Black Dresses


Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
Sometimes I think that I'm dead
Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
In your head
In your head

Sometimes I don't understand
How I can see reality
As anything but something far away

From what I think is me
I try to touch the surface
But I cannot touch, only see
The picture is distorted
With the static noise of sleep

But I'm awake
I don't believe myself
Not really, I feel someone else
Deciding what to do and feel and speak

'Cause I can't touch what's right in front of me
Wake her up she's stuck inside a dream
Wake me up I'm stuck inside a dream
Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
Sometimes I think that I'm dead
Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming

In your head
In your head
It feels like reaching up through a mirror world
It feels like reaching through liquid glass
I don't know where I am at all

Oh no
I don't know where I've been and I'm scared to ask
But that's okay
That's okay
I don't need to know anything
I don't need to be anywhere at all

It's okay
Oh, it's so okay
It's just a dream
It's not real
It's not real
It's not real

Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
Sometimes I think that I'm dead
Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
In your head
In your head

Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming
Sometimes I think that I'm dead
Sometimes I think that I'm dreaming

In your head
In your head