in my dreams not to be seen reaching for that form only to grab a silhouetted thought in my hand in my head outside instead in my brain i might be insane in the streets where we won't meet painful sting i just can't bring my heart to understand you are gone out of reach absent and beyond in my bed i lay alone without you instead are you there your hands not in my hair only dead air please be there in my head outside instead in my brain i might be insane in the streets where we won't meet deep down i know you're not coming back my vain hopes have always been dashed you are gone and i really just have to accept that i just can't bring myself to sing anything else but these hopes that pour from my head my chest as I lay among you in my bed in my head outside instead in my brain i might be insane in the streets where we won't meet ((where are you?))