This isn't me.
I never asked to feel this way.
And I can never justify.
Wh yevery dream has to hide.
The mornings coming.
So now we're falling.
In and outof words we've said.
In and out of dreams we've let die.
We live in a dying dream.
I live in a dying dream.
When the morning comes, we'll curse the sun.
We live in a dying dream. I live in a dying dream.
If morning never comes, We've won.
But we don't stand a chance.
The coming dawn killls romance.
We'll pray for darkness, so our nights are endless.
Now every word is bringing, our time near its ending.
I know that we're the only, I know that we're the lonely ones.
That hope someone feels this way, so that we can share our pain.
Is anybody hearing, is anybody with us?
Because this isn't me. I never asked to feel this way.
Time is running out, on the days that, I've lost count.
And now I'm falling, our morning's coming.
I'll take back every word I've said.
Reaching for our dreams again.
I need a show of hands..
..to see who's with me.
Is anybody, listening?
WHO LIES AWAKE AT NIGHT..
..WISHING FOR A DREAM BEFORE DAWN'S LIGHT?
WHO'S ALONE IN THE DARKNESS?
WHO'S NIGHTS ARE ENDLESS?
WHO LIES AWAKE AT NIGHT..
..KNOWING THAT THAT THIS DREAM DIES IN DAYLIGHT?
Is anyone listing to every breath?
We live a dying dream.
This is our dying dream.
ONE LAST CHANCE.
WITH EVERY BREATH.
We live a dying dream.