Continuum by John Mayer

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees, and for a moment you can hardly breathe. Wondering, "Was she really here? Is she standing in my room?" No she's not, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the giving up is the hardest part. She takes you in with her crying eyes, then all at once you have to say goodbye. Wondering, "Could you stay my love? Will you wake up by my side?" No she can't, 'cause she's gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.