When nothing is as it seems,
and dreams may be just dreams;
When hours, days and years are not real,
just an invention to keep us turning at the wheel;
When the eyes in the mirror don't see me at all,
and my voice is just an echo in an empty hall;
When I wonder why is there a why?
What makes me laugh or cry?
Then I remember you,
The days we knew;
Your smiling face,
Our lover's embrace.