[01:55.746]Hold my hand while we fly-over dream-land,
[02:09.163]A microscopic conversation
[02:13.117]Providince sits laughing like a candle,
[02:16.751]Watching inside a window
[02:18.934]We don't seem to have dreams, like a lever, only,
[02:25.336]I got lost in my head, just above a whisper.
[02:31.092]I feel sick inside my tree, so many take advantage.
[02:36.346]A disguised cry so frank and lonely,
[02:38.874]No one round to calm my hurting heart
[02:42.812]I didn't wake, i only broke inside our head