Sitting alone watching the street, They're walking so fast, right past their dreams. So slowly they age and mindless they speak, They're wishing their luck would fall down at their feet.
There are these strange times, these sad time, these horrible lies. Amongst these bad times there's bright lights shadowed by the trees.
If darkness if defined by light then darkness can't exist on its own. By Definition, there is light somewhere lonely waiting to be found.
Sitting alone watching the street, They're walking so fast, right past their dreams.
If darkness if defined by light then darkness can't exist on its own. By Definition, there is light somewhere lonely waiting to be found.
Who said these dreams are not worth fighting for? It's what we're hungry for, it's what we're fighting for. Through all this killing who is keeping score? You're craving more and more, Just who is keeping score?