I can’t open my mind But there’s the makings of a dreamer in you In these desperate times, I’m wallking home, walking home to you. I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame, the fire.
I used to write down my dreams Now they’re gone when my eyes open on you. Well even though you fucked up There’s still the makings of a dreamer in you. I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame, the fire (the fire).
These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to get more Trying to get more
These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to get more Trying to get more than we take.
These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to get more Trying to get more