Well I hope this is real Cuz if ive been dreaming Then wen I wake from my rest All my friends will be ghosts All my loves will be shadows My own mind exploring itself And that just seems so sad, deceitful, and wanting This whole life, ive just been alone Oh but I can complain I've seen some beauty Wherever I wake up I'll call my home ♪ And I know that its tried To sing about dreaming But I do it myself When I dream When I wake up, I sometimes remember The things that I sing in my sleep And so I stay prepared With a pencil and paper And wherever I wake up, I'll call my home ♪ But hho am I to say Whats been imagined If I cant understand my own mind Even if its all been a smoke screen or a pageant I still like te way that its alive And the truth dont mean much If its been a good story Of shame, glory, and the bones Maybe all that we are Is all we remember Wherever I wake up I'll call my home ♪ Yeah, wherever I wake up I'll call my home