What’s that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near You never hear the shot that takes you down
Out of time, so say goodbye What was yours, now is mine
I dream broken dreams, I make them come true I make them for you I make them for you
Almost to the mountain top, you slip and fall just like a stone Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown You had it all right in your grasp, but in a breath your minute passed Now, at last, the end has come, you are all alone Out of time, so say goodbye What was yours, now is mine
I dream broken dreams, I make them come true I make them for you I make them for you