movies of our dreams Starring in our own little scripts, just take advantage of this ego trip Who would play your role and intelligent unknown? Or an
cause sailing off course I'll be good for you I'll be waiting for the daze, I've got a handful of the antidote I'm working out, I'm by the head of an
Don't want to fall in love when it's in front of us Why can't we dream? Fantasize without compromise A tear duct short of an alibi Please thaw me out,
wrong Choose your battle of words that rule the world It's in our heads anyway [Incomprehensible] Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest A pagan, Christian or an
tear you apart I am walking but I'm still asleep Oh my Lord, this is blasphemy Wake me up before I fall too deep I wish I had an original thought inside
Take the needle out, enjoy the drip Fill your head with lies, from your fingertips And you can't swallow all your problems They float, float up to hunt
the rest just a dream or a fallacy? Oh what to do with you? With you, with you, with you? Please read between the lines A simple compromise between
So try, so try, December you, Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh) So try, so try, December you, Even though it seems so hard to do. (ohh) So goodbye
crossed the finish line, yeah Long and clever titles doesn't bring a clever song This show has been going downhill since season one Just an open book
And we'll fly away And we'll shine on through Through the summer sky so blue And we'll drift away And we'll stare at the sun While the sound And shapes
you've got, take comfort in that Everything you know or seen will soon be a non existent dot Who'll save the world that claims there is no saving? An
might be blessed with amnesia instead Ghost written parade, all the nonsense said, oh yeah The worlds keep on sinning inside my head Your words are an army between wars
it feel so real, let me taste the pain. One day we'll live in igloos on the Galapagos, 'til then let's remember the Atlantic air in-between our hands
to break real soon, who's covering whose eyes? Safety in knowing others lies, pulled by the strings of time. Please read between the lines, a simple compromise between
soon, soon, with the rope in the kitchen, all the answers will be on there way. Which shall I be, a warlock or a priest, a pagan, christian or an evangelist
tear you apart. I am walking but I'm still asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. I wish I had an original thought
crossed the finish line. Long and clever titles doesn't bring a clever song. This show has been going down hill since season one. Just an open book reading
out lives again, it's another day. Together in a room, where the wall flowers bloom, it's a marigold way. And we'll stare at the sun, while the sound and shapes