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?)