Sleeping, his only escape from it all   when hes dreaming, he gets a chance to escape from the world   and leave it behind   he doesn't know what is real, but he knows he'd rather not deal   he doesn't want to wake up to the world      running, she wants to run across the grass instead she's lying,    in a hospital bed hooked up to gas, and tubes, and lights   she doesn't even know she's alive   except her mother's praying by her side    the coma has her locked into a hole   she doesn't even know what is real,   except, what they, tell her, to feel      what are you looking at? Sometimes the things behind us help remind us of that       Somewhere, between the subconcious and the sublime   familiar faces meet for a moment displaced in time   when one of them talks:   he says he wants to give up, 'cause his daughter had been taken across   he doesn't think, he can make it on his own   when the other face tries to respond   she sees the face, is already gone...      what are you looking at? Sometimes the things behind us help remind us of that