Wake up you might be dreaming.
Wake up you could be screaming.
That night didn't know what had hit me.
Didn't know what i could hear and desired to see.
Seven years gone and dusted away.
Too bad feelings i dream away.
I thought i heard you, wait i thought i heard you say...?
Mom awakes and shouts the death to my ears and i was so embarrassed to hell.
I thought i heard his voice ring through like a bell.
I could really tell.
I mean i really heard him speak.
No lie and i could feel the bleak..
I felt the end of the brick tumble beneath me of this house.
Haunted as ever in my mind i seek ed for the sake of my house.
Nothing was there.
Got a cab to the graveyard near the fair.
Still in tact the stoneless grave with the flowers arranged and we left it stoneless so he can rest in peace and so we showed we can care for what he told us to do and to be fair.
I thought i heard him speak so i got a cab back home and i let it all sink in that he's passed away and his voice was still ringing in my ears from his dreams.
It can't cover my screams.
Wake up you might be dreaming.
Wake up you could end up screaming...
Now