Taking up an empty pocket
In the corner of my mind
I try to hide away the things I shouldn't find

Hold on the passing moment's gone
Run just before it gets too strong
(Dreaming)

Filling up the silent moments
Not a thought to cross my mind
I run and hide away to leave that all behind
And in the highest moments
And sometimes in between
I find I'm often caught awake in this machine

Hold on the passing moment's gone
Run just before it gets too strong
(Am I leaving?)
(Am I dreaming?)
(Am I leaving?)
(Am I dreaming?)