Our dreams became a blur
What was real now turns to unsure
It's nothing new it's all the same things we used to do
It's all the same things we used to do
"What was real now turns into you
I don't know what to do, its a certain hue of something new
Refuse to accuse you, I agree baby to misuse you"
"The dream came in the night
Conjuring the fear and freight"
Our dreams became a blur
What was real now turns to unsure
Its nothing new its all the same things we used to do
Its all the same things we used to do