Uncertainty follows me like a shade and it fogs my vision. 
Like a blind man I'm in the dark. I walk with no driection. 
I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps. 
Intuition and hope are my eyes in the uncertainty of tomorrow. 
It will be a better day. 

Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake. 
My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep. 
A better day awaits for me. 

I know enough to know that I don't know much of anything 
If I open my eyes I see things I don't want to see. 
I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps. 
Intuition and hope are my eyes in the uncertainty of tomorrow. 
It will be a better day. 

Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake. 
My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep. 
A better day awaits for me. 

If I open my eyes I see things that make me want t o fade away. 
I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps. 
I stumble, I fall, I trip on my own footsteps. 
Hope is a waking dream. I'm only half awake. 
My room's a place to hide. It's not a place to sleep. 
A better day awaits for me.