In my room I wonder why
 I am bare and hollow.
 With my eyes I look for light,
 And I try to follow.
 In the wind my words appear,
 To unfold their meaning.
 Will they voice the things I fear,
 Or will they think I'm dreaming?

 I illuminated?
 I as bright as a street light?
 Is this an illuminated dream?
 I illuminated?
 I as bright in the dark night?
 Is this an illuminated dream?

 In my room I search my self,
 But the [bad word] is fear.
 Suddenly and everywhere,
 It is you I'm seeing.
 And I can feel you oh so near,
 Will we find our meaning.

 I illuminated?
 I as bright as a street light?
 Is this an illuminated dream?
 Are we illuminated?
 Are we as bright in the dark night?
 Is this an illuminated dream?

 I know this moment,
 Plays out cinematically.
 Reeling, Reeling,
 I know I shout,
 Too enthusiastically.
 Screaming, Screaming, Screaming.

 Are we illuminated?
 Are we as bright as a street light?
 Is this an illuminated dream?
 Are we illuminated?
 Are we as bright in the dark night?
 Is this an illuminated dream?