Armor for Sleep. Snow Globe. Zeneszám

I used to believe
That no one else was alive
That all of the world was just a show
Inside my own mind

The dog's on a leash
Tied to a pole shaking above the snow
I try to pretend, I try to pretend
Everything's just in my head

The choirs in line
Belting its soul over the dying crowd
Singing for love, their voices will soar
And disappear through the floor

I used to believe
That no one else was alive
That all of the world was just a show
Inside my own mind