This isn't a party
No this isn't a calling
But you always find a way, way
Riches turn to gold
But I fold in the fire
Running through the smoke towards the sun
Feening for time (am I)
See through
See through
Fading
Counting down
See through
See through
Fading
If it's just a dream
You should know
It's how you make it up
And only you could fake the feeling
You construct
If it's just a dream
You should know
What's real lives in your gut
Am I somebody? (Oh)
Am I somebody?
Give until it's time to take
Well at least that's what my mother told me
But fear is strong
See through
See through
Fading
Counting down
See through
See through
Fading
If it's just a dream
You should know
It's how you make it up
And only you could fake the feeling
You construct
If it's just a dream
You should know
What's real lives in your gut
Am I somebody? (Oh)
Am I somebody?