Flyleaf

Had a dream that we were dead, but we pretended that we still lived.
With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give
And came up broken empty handed in the end
In the hearts of the blind, something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead, I'm screaming
I don't know who I am anymore
Not once in life have I been real, but I never felt this close before
I've been looking in your window, I've been dressing in your clothes
I've been walking dead, watching you, long enough to know I can't go on.
Had a dream that fire fell from an opening in the sky
Someone warned me of this hell, and I spit in his naive eye
And left him crying for my soul he said would die.
In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of light
With the voice of the dead I'm screaming