a daze, a daze, a haze, a haze

if you were to speak to me I wouldn’t hear

cuz I’m not here and you’re not there and nothing is at all like it seems

the rays don’t quite reach my eyes and the noise doesn’t quite reach my ears

and if you were to smile at me I wouldn’t see

and all that I have left is there in my hands

and all that it is will soon go