An Empty Seat

I think it's out of control
I grip the seat and I check the window
An aisle over I see
A flower dress and an empty seat
I think it's out of control
I grip the seat and I check the window
An aisle over I see
Imagination staring back at me.
And I can't sleep

She knows it's out of control
A little younger but smarter than full-grown
Somehow she knows how I feel
Enable to spill the words to her mother

And I can't show you how I feel
It's real
And I can't show you what is real

So I'll close my eyes
Die in my dreams
And finally I'll some sleep

It's me I'm out of control
Overwhelmed and a little unstable
The aisle over I see
Only exists inside my dreams

I wake up relations in my mind
Wide awake with nothing to confide
The only way I'll sleep is when I die
So pull the plug and watch me say good night