| As lucid as the dream,
|
| Where you wake behind the wheel.
|
| Strange that you should feel,
|
| Paralyzed.
|
| The dream where you can fly,
|
| And you rise above your hometown,
|
| And tell them they can keep,
|
| Their gravity.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Caught in the crossfire, caught in the crash.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Born in the crossfire, living the crash.
|
| As lucid as the punch,
|
| You’re throwing in slow-motion.
|
| A fist you cannot lift.
|
| A fight you cannot win.
|
| And would you really die,
|
| If you hit the bottom?
|
| If the ground didn’t wake you up,
|
| In the falling dream.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Caught in the crossfire, caught in the crash.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Born in the crossfire, living the crash.
|
| Smashing your way through the looking-glass.
|
| Fantasy can still be razor-sharp…
|
| For you.
|
| For you who wanted everything,
|
| For you who promised everything.
|
| Something followed you back,
|
| And woke up in the crash.
|
| Somehow, followed you out of your domain.
|
| Something followed you back,
|
| Out through the looking-glass,
|
| Somehow bringing a cloud of the surreal.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Caught in the crossfire, caught in the crash.
|
| Are you wide awake?
|
| Born in the crossfire, living the crash.
|
| Now are you,
|
| Are you wide awake now?
|
| Now are you,
|
| Are you wide awake now?
|
| (Are you wide awake now?)
|
| Are you wide awake now? |