| This morning | |
| I woke up on the floor | |
| Thinking I have never dreamed before | |
| And in the afternoon | |
| The nagging thought | |
| That I have never lived or else forgot | |
| I tell you stories | |
| But truth be told | |
| I can't remember | |
| What came before | |
| That's how I know | |
| That's how I know | |
| And I am brand new | |
| And not so whole | |
| That's how I know | |
| On paper | |
| I'm waving with a grin | |
| Proof of places I have never been | |
| So I pull you forward towards this spot | |
| That I have never seen or else forgot | |
| I show you pictures | |
| Of this very corner | |
| But I can't remember | |
| Who pushed the shutter | |
| I have no answer | |
| You say "No matter" | |
| My only memory | |
| Is coming home | |
| That's how I know | |
| This morning | |
| I woke up on the floor | |
| Thinking I have never dreamed before |