ithritin-lth:

Ayreon - Comatose

Wake me up before I die, hold me close.
As I gaze upon the sky, comatose.
No reason to survive, I suppose.
Wake us up, before we die.

No need to feel desire

But I need you with me

No need to feel so small

But I need to feel secure

No need to feel the fire

But I need to feel free

No need to feel at all

But I need to know for sure