Letra de Claims Nonexistence

We've been here before. We know that it's not home. Higher than the clouds, we swim upstream. We live with a ghost. In love with our past years. The things we hold dear are real, I guess. It sleeps next to us, sleepwalking around the house. Well, do we believe in romance, adventure? What's real anymore, and what's a dream? Will we ever know what makes us so restless: Potential or fear or boredom? Our choice, every day: Should we stay or should we leave?