Sub-

con-

scious

strange

sen-

sa

-

tion,

un-

con-

scious

re

-

la-

xa

-

tion.

What

a

plea

-

sant

night

-

mare.

And

I

can't

wait

to

get

there

a-

gain.

Ev-

ery

time

I

close

my

eyes

there's

a-

no

-

ther

vi

-

vid

sur-

prise.

A-

no-

ther

whole

life

wait

-

ing,

chap-

ters

un-

fi-

nished,

fa

-

ding.

Clo

-

ser

now.

Slow-

ly

co

-

ming

in-

to

view.

I've

ar-

rived.

Blind-

ing

sun-

shine

beam-

ing

through.

There's

a

house

I'm

drawn

to,

fa-

mi-

liar

set

-

ings

noth

-

ing

new.

And

there's

a

path

-

way

lead

-

ing

there,

with

a

haun

-

-

ting

chill

in

the

air.

There's

a

room

at

the

top

of

the

stairs,

e-

very

night

I'm

drawn

up

there.

And

there's

a

girl

in

the

mir

-

ror,

her

face

is

get

-

ting

clea

-

rer.

Young

chi-

ld,

won't

you

tell

me

why

I'm

here?

In

her

eyes

I

sense

a

sto

-

ry

re

-

ver

told.

Be-

hind

the

dis-

guise

there's

some-

thing

tear-

ing

at

her

soul.

To-

night

I've

been

sear-

ching

for

it,

a

feel

-

ing

that's

deep

in

-

-

side

me.

To-

night

I've

been

sear-

ching

for

the

one

that

no

-

bo-

dy

knows.

Try-

ing

to

break

free.

I

just

can't

help

my-

self,

I'm

feel-

ing

like

I'm

go

-

ing

out

of

my

head.

Tears

my

heart

in

-

to

two.

I'm

not

the

one

the

slee

-

-

per

thought

he

knew.

Back

on

my

feet

a-

gain,

eyes

o

-

pen

to

the

real

world.

Me-

tro-

po-

lis

sur

-

rounds

me,

the

mir

-

ror's

shat

-

tered

the

girl.

Why

is

this

o

-

ther

life

haun

-

ting

me

e

-

ve-

ry

day?

I'd

break

through

to

the

o

-

ther

side

if

on

-

ly

I'd

find

the

way.

And

some-

thing's

aw-

fully

fa-

mi

-

liar.

The

feel

-

ing's

so

hard

to

shake.

Could

I've

lived

in

that

o

-

ther

world?

It's

a

link

that

I'm

des

-

tined

to

make.

Still

sear-

ching

but

I

don't

know

what

for.

The

mis-

sing

key

to

un

-

-

lock

my

mind's

door.

To-

day

I

am

sear-

ching

for

it,

a

feel

-

ing

that

won't

go

a

-

-

way.

To-

day

I

am

sear-

ching

for

the

one

that

I

on-

ly

know.

Try-

ing

to

break

free.

I

just

can't

help

my-

self,

I'm

feel-

ing

like

I'm

go

-

-

ing

out

of

my

head.

Tears

my

soul

in

-

to

two.

I'm

not

the

one

I

thought

I

al

-

-

ways

knew.

I

just

can't

help

my-

self,

I'm

feel-

ing

like

I'm

go

-

ing

out

of

my

head.

Un-

can-

ny,

strange

dé-

jà

vu.

But

I

don't

mind.

I

hope

to

find

the

truth.