Question

How much of a price is there to pay?
How much of a life are we all longing to live?
These are the times in which we live in
If we just ate, drank and slept through it all
Would we really miss out on anything at all?
When I asked the question, nobody seemed to answer
What's so real about reality
When half of life is lived in fantasy?
How do you know you're really livin'
When everyone is just dreamin'?
When you think about what you live for
Would it be worth dyin' for?
How much of a cost is there a day?
How much of a reason is really there to live?
These are the days in which we live in
If we just wait and learn from every fall
We wouldn't really miss out on anything at all
When you ask the question to him who knows the answer
What's so real about reality
When half of life is lived in fantasy?
How do you know you're really livin'
When everyone is just dreamin'?
When you think about what you live for
Would it be worth dyin' for?
But someone thought a little precious
Someone thought that you were precious
And through him unfolds my history
That life is such a mystery
It ain't even a misery either, no, no
We wouldn't really miss out on anything at all
When you ask the question to him who knows the answer
What's so real about reality
When half of life is lived in fantasy?
How do you know you're really livin'
When everyone is just dreamin', dreamin'?
Now what's so real about reality
When half of life is lived in fantasy?
How do you know you're really livin'
When everyone is just dreamin'?
When you think about what you live for
Would it be worth dyin' for?