Ascending in an elevator made of glass
I'm going way too fast in a cone-shaped transparent shaft
What could it be?
What could it be?
I don't see, should it be me?
Peeiling itself as i get higher
Up in the air, soon at the top
This climbing greenhouse doesn't seem to want to stop
And without dwelling mid-air
Toppling over, i'm beginning to stare
At the ground that's getting near
I am gonna feel like this is more than ever real
When i hit the ground i'll find that bed of mine
Which means i am in a dream
Better yet what is called real is another dream
Opens up the possibility to do some flying
I'm sort of trying
So i'm still inside the elevator
Keeping it and me afloat though somewhat strenuously
Now i do know that i'm in a dream
I'm the creator and i know what that means
I can peel right through this wall
So i begin to focus on
Dematerialize and reach the beyond
Starting to work, starting to slide
It's taking too much effort, and it's taking a while
I'm stuck half way through, tell me why
Because
I am in a dream, and this is more that ever real
When i hit the ground i'll find that bed of mine
Which means;
I am in a dream
Better yet what is called real is another dream
Opens up the possibility to do some flying
I'm sort of trying
Got so much faith
In this lucid state
Some expectation fails me
(I'm so out of control, this was harder than i thought)
The view is great
And after all
It's not so bad to be all flying with a lift around my weist
I am in a dream
I'm awake and pretty keen
To see just how far i can stretch
I can pull this silver chord
I am in a dream
Better yet what is called real is another dream
If i ever had the will to find that bed of mine