Tekster: Dream Theater. Losing Time / Grand Finale.

She dresses in black everyday
She keeps her hair simple and plain
She never wears makeup
But no one would care if she did anyway

She doesn't recall yesterday
Faces seem twisted and strange
But she always wakes up
Only to find she'd been miles away

Absence of awareness
Losing time
A lapse of perception
Losing time

Wanting to escape
She had created a way to survive
She learned to detatch form herself
A behavior that kept her alive

Hope in the face of our human distress
Helps us to understand the turbulence deep inside
That takes hold of our lives
Shame and disgrace over mental unrest
Keeps us from saving those we love
The grace withing our hearts
And the sorrow in our souls
Deception of fame
Vengeance of war
Lives torn apart
Spiraling down
Feeling the walls closing in
A journey to find
The answers inside
Our illusive mind