Conscious

(claude s.) A wrinkled photo on the wall Tells things that came before it went away Even all the ghosts inside Hazy as can be, leave traces of who we used to be And they say... How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? We could write a symphony And go across the ocean and still Never feel the earth inside us Every little girl or boy becomes a hollow shell But don't cry Remember all the fun and let's sing... How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel? How does it feel? to know that you're real. how does it feel?