From the same place it is born It is shattered and torn replaced by symbols and lies this is how a dream
truth lies in those who have cleared out the way followed their own path and had their own say they cannot be silenced their views unobstructed and as they blow through all their opposition has constructed sounds echo in the chests of all those left behind But still are those locked behind puppeteer's lines
This is how, this is how a dream dies This is how, this is how a dream dies
Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest
This is how a dream dies tonight
This is how, this is how a dream dies
From the same place, It is born it is shattered, shattered and torn Replaced by symbols, symbols and lies this is how a dream dies Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest Living life with the door half open Just enough to see in Living life with the door half open Just enough to see in cause we don't trust what is to come...