is this what it s like a dream lacking serenity a wordless conversation a you and i without a me well i try and i won t get far i ll die and i won t get far i ll try and know that everything so i guess this is where i lie where the days are endless and the nights they just don t belong dreaming a reality where truth and fiction don t seem to exist confusion is home here but believe in you is what you insist it s what you insist nights don t belong the nights don t belong and the nights they just don t belong nights they just don t belong and the nights they just don t belong and the nights they just don t belong i ll never be okay as long as i m dreaming a reality 