Testo Elucidate The Dreamer

Running on autopilot, stumbling on reality and the phases in between
I don't know if i'm alive
reflections appear distorted from morning to night
the hourglass hasn't flowed for days
I believe I can fly through space, through time

in the waking state,
we tend to question our own existence is it real or is it fake?
in the hearts of dreamers,
we dwell with the tide until the day we die

breathing underwater, suffocated by the clouds
we only exist as waves fighting the undertow

i've been sleeping
separating myself from the masses
i've been dreaming
I saw my best friend in heaven

and there were bands and bands of angels playing harps with gilded wings
a reoccurring dream
vivid's the only word that explains it
in the waking state,
we tend to question our own existence
is it real or is it fake?
in the hearts of dreamers,
we dwell with the tide until the day we die

day, after day, after day
we live our lives, webbing our own design
day, after day, after day
we eat, sleep, we dream until our bodies decay

in the waking state,
I tend to question my own existence
with the heart of a dreamer,
I'll dwell with the tide until the day I die