I’m living in a world of two-inch grassnAnd the demographics show upper middle classnYet this perfect picture begins to crumblenThis convenient life caused me to stumblenAnd I can’t seem to clarify what is real and what is truenAnd I’m trying to hold on…nnChorus:nAs long as I can, as long as I cannAs long as I can, as long as I cannnThrough a sheet of glass I see this worldnThrough lenses and film true begins to unfurlnDrowning in uncertainty, trying to focus the image I seenAnd I’m trying to hold on…nn(Chorus)nnI’m starving for reality, I need a little sanitynI’m suffering from a lack of definitionnWho am I? Who will I be?nI need a reason to believe…nn(Chorus)nnGive me a reason to believen