So -- so incomplete   we look into the world -- find no peace   once -- it seemed serene   we'd be forever young and so it seemed   what does it mean -- I find no answers   kept in a dream -- soft colored layers      I see myself through the looking glass   a shade of gray   a shade of black   no ups or downs   just in betweens      The gentle rain begins to fall   come with me and see it all      Rise above the world upon my wings   I was sleeping with the   sky beneath my feet      Now I drift endless and free   with the wind that carries me   what does it mean -- what does it matter   kept in a dream with soft colored layers      The gentle rain begins to fall   come with me and see it all      Rise above the world    upon my wings   I was sleeping with the   sky beneath my feet