Kobala

Somewhere far away
Almost empty space
But where is this place
In my dream she's sitting there
Everytime I close my eyes
I lift my hands but realize
A gesture we can't never care
A piece of bliss
A memory
Maybe we can't see
Maybe nothing's real
Maybe we can sing
So unsure of what's not here oh oh
What if she is right
Should I have another try
Greeted by my mother's eyes
Replenished hopes and dying fire
The things we cannot never care
A piece of bliss
A memory
Maybe we can't see
Maybe nothing's real
Maybe we can sing
So unsure of what's not here
Alone and incomplete
Finding something that's concrete
We may not have an answer no
But we are here to stay
And here to find
Here to find
The solace
In this chaos oh oh oh oh
Here to find
Here to find
The door that opens us to
The freedom of our minds
Maybe we can't see
Maybe nothing's real
Maybe we can sing
So unsure of what's not here
Maybe we can't see
Maybe nothing's real
Maybe we can sing
So unsure of what's not here