I think it's out of control   I grip the seat and I check the window   An aisle over I see   A flower dress and an empty seat   I think it's out of control   I grip the seat and I check the window   An aisle over I see   Imagination staring back at me.    And I can't sleep      She knows it's out of control   A little younger but smarter than full-grown   Somehow she knows how I feel   Enable to spill the words to her mother      And I can't show you how I feel   It's real   And I can’t show you what is real      So I'll close my eyes   Die in my dreams   And finally I'll some sleep      It's me I'm out of control   Overwhelmed and a little unstable   The aisle over I see   Only exists inside my dreams      I wake up relations in my mind   Wide awake with nothing to confide   The only way I'll sleep is when I die   So pull the plug and watch me say good night