Lyrics

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)