You don't wanna become as she said, you wanna drink a feel Just lie down on the couch over there, and tell me how you feel I stare at the ceiling light A colorful sky starts to appear ♪ For an hour, twice a week, and seven-hundred days Golden sun and fallen leaves, Chris and his dog ways Dreams shift to a silent tone Transportation dies alone I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until We can go in there together hand in hand I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until We can go in there together, hand in hand (raise your hands in the sky) ♪ She said that he's working here She said that he died I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until We can go in there together hand in hand I wanna heal, the unconscious waits until We can go in there together, hand in hand (raise your hands in the sky)