In my room I wonder why* I am bare and hollow. With my eyes I look for light, And I try to follow. In the wind my words appear, To unfold their meaning. Will they voice the things I fear, Or will they think I'm dreaming? Am I illuminated? Am I as bright as a street light? Is this an illuminated dream? Am I illuminated? Am I as bright in the dark night? Is this an illuminated dream? In my room I search my self, But the truth is fear. Suddenly and everywhere, It is you I'm seeing. And I can feel you oh so near, Will we find our meaning. Am I illuminated? Am I as bright as a street light? Is this an illuminated dream? Are we illuminated? Are we as bright in the dark night? Is this an illuminated dream? I know this moment, Plays out cinematically. Reeling, Reeling, I know I shout, Too enthusiastically. Screaming, Screaming, Screaming. Are we illuminated? Are we as bright as a street light? Is this an illuminated dream? Are we illuminated? Are we as bright in the dark night? Is this an illuminated dream?