The strands connect all things
Our dreams and our reality
So who are we to judge
What's real and what's a fallacy

We truely know nothing
Beyond our own sight
We even question ourselves
In the dead hours of the night

Whether I'm real or fake
Or part of some grand scheme
I can't say I really care
If it was just a lonely dream

They say truth is absolute
And I believe that to be true
But all that really matters
In this world to me is you