could this be that we've all been dead?   between the dreams of disbelief   my daily walk   my rolled up sleeves   i'm whispering those simple things   to help me sleep   and dream and dream   once i burned for more than a love   i burned for life   i burned so tough   i was invincable   but like a mother's touch it came to me   opened my eyes and made me to see   i'm not alive   the music i loved so pasionately has died   could this be that we've all been dead?   just over our heads   over our heads   move. move on me   i'm not gonna lie   i've seen better times   that were harder to find   and fall. fall asleep   but i'm begging for words   and hoping for dreams   with the soundtracks of my symphonies   but silently   i dream of the dark   its really not hard   when sleeping so firmly   heaven make me a place   this is the end   this is the end