where visions float away. ?And when love seems to go Around, around, and around, Please close your eyes And when the answer seems to Get your feet off the ground, Dream
Dream. I climbed a million stairs ahead Inside a passage in my head Where little gnomes drinking their wine Sing together: And when love? Think of life this way. Live your dreams
place The soul needs beauty for a soul mate Get down off your holy cloud always God will not deal with the proud, always Well, if you dream then dream
a young age Feel me touch me as I turn the page A little past ten, roughly about Eleven years old dropped in the good location My scratch is smellin' sour
of our finest day, Can we ever hope to regain? The innocence of youth. The sordid truth. Our visions turn sour. All colours change to grey. Goodbye my tender dreams
reside in this castle made of sand let me getta hand clap I'mma make an entrance givin' y'all the lecture then I'm taking questions my soul is sour
done had this dream since little men. Can you understand? So how can you knock us?, won't stop us, for living our dreams, It really seems you's ah hata
Worthless, mourns, infinity divine Through the pale sunrise, macabre souls, sour again Sour... It is strange when I kiss the eyes of salvation The night
They must be living in a dream - they couldn't be more wrong. Commercial suicide's appealing after ten years on this losing streak. 'Cause I'd rather be called sour
this city never does people walk and talk in they sleep Cold sweats and wet dreams on how to get green Our faith is all in a jeep black souls raw and
' girl run away Wanderlust to kill the pain You thought my love would save your soul You feel apart you left me cold What was sweet is now a sour taste
I've seen it all and I know better I've felt the bitterness and pain My soul keeps changing like the weather The only constant is the rain I know your
as you support my dreams Stayin' right beside me as a part of my team I'mma take you where the average man can only dream of ?®cause in a world so sour
They must be living in a dream - They couldn't be more wrong Commercial suicide's appealing after Ten years on this losing streak 'Cause I'd rather be called sour
support my dreams Stayin' right beside me as a part of my team I'ma take you where the average man can only dream of 'Cause in a world so sour I got
very essence of soul And he's frozen in a time trap Slowly losing power And he's frightened if he makes a move The dream will soon turn sour He did
do not dream, of what dreams they weigh you down When you carry them along with you They will wrack your lovely body, report back to your soul With all
Random lost souls have asked me I say "I don't know does it matter?" "What's the future of rock'n'roll?" Neither much worse nor much better This and that
