Maybe my heart is an alarm
Maybe my thoughts are out to do me harm
Maybe real life is a scheme
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream

Maybe fiction is much better
Maybe you are meant to forget her
Maybe it wasn't like it seemed
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream

Things we did and said
Rolling around our heads
Strangers dig a grave
Nobody knows quite what to say

Such a strange condition
Put out of commission
Old, sick, young, and healthy
Strong, weak, poor, and wealthy

Maybe we all will be erased
Maybe history books have run out of space
Maybe some will be relieved
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream

Maybe family is a fix
Maybe friendships are hit and miss
Maybe we lost it in between
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream

Things we did and said
Rolling around our heads
Strangers dig a grave
Nobody knows quite what to say

Such a strange condition
Put out of commission
Old, sick, young, and healthy
Strong, weak, poor, and wealthy

Maybe disbelievers go to hell
Maybe the sermon casts a spell
Maybe judgement's not supreme
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream

Maybe this is not the end
Maybe we get to live again
Maybe we get more than we need
Maybe death is like a dream
Maybe death is like a dream