Maybe really something fascinating,
A very special way of being kind.
A feeling caught between awake and faking,
The other side of one subconscious mind.
Another day without another ruse.
A hundred million people imitating,
Reading from a bunch of interviews,
You forget about the ways of faking.
Write a song about an interviews,
Except the sound of something fascinating,
Everybody needs a little clues,
You already know the ways of faking.
Nothing ever really could conceal.
The truth without another secret ruse,
Space between a dream and something real,
A picture on the wall of interviews.
Under any surface could conceal,
The inner words and everythings surreal,
An open mind the secrets you reveal,
Surrounded by a dream of something real.
