So -- so incomplete
  we look into the world -- find no peace
  once -- it seemed serene
  we'd be forever young and so it seemed
  what does it mean -- I find no answers
  kept in a dream -- soft colored layers
  
  I see myself through the looking glass
  a shade of gray
  a shade of black
  no ups or downs
  just in betweens
  
  The gentle rain begins to fall
  come with me and see it all
  
  Rise above the world upon my wings
  I was sleeping with the
  sky beneath my feet
  
  Now I drift endless and free
  with the wind that carries me
  what does it mean -- what does it matter
  kept in a dream with soft colored layers
  
  The gentle rain begins to fall
  come with me and see it all
  
  Rise above the world
  upon my wings
  I was sleeping with the
  sky beneath my feet