You say life is a dream, where we can't say, what we mean.
Maybe just some roadside scene, that we're driving past.
There's no telling, where we'll be; in a day or in a week.
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness.
Well is this why you cling, to every little thing.
And polverize, and derrange, all your senses!
Maybe life is a song,
but you're scared to sing along
until the very ending.
Oooh, it's time to let go of
every thing we used to know!
Ideas that strenghten, who we've been.
It's time to cut lies
that won't ever free our minds
from the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
You'll die like you're afraid to go.
Oooh, it's time to let go of
every thing we used to know!
Ideas that strenghten, who we've been.
It's time to cut lies
that won't ever free our minds.
From the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
From the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
Well life is a dream. 'Cause we're all walking in our sleep.
You could see us stand in lines, like we're dead up on our feet.
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall.
Always forget how strange it is. Just to be alive at all.
Maybe just some roadside scene, that we're driving past.
There's no telling, where we'll be; in a day or in a week.
And there's no promises of peace or of happiness.
Well is this why you cling, to every little thing.
And polverize, and derrange, all your senses!
Maybe life is a song,
but you're scared to sing along
until the very ending.
Oooh, it's time to let go of
every thing we used to know!
Ideas that strenghten, who we've been.
It's time to cut lies
that won't ever free our minds
from the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
You'll die like you're afraid to go.
Oooh, it's time to let go of
every thing we used to know!
Ideas that strenghten, who we've been.
It's time to cut lies
that won't ever free our minds.
From the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
From the shains and shackles,
that they're in.
Well life is a dream. 'Cause we're all walking in our sleep.
You could see us stand in lines, like we're dead up on our feet.
And we build our house of cards and then we wait for it to fall.
Always forget how strange it is. Just to be alive at all.
Here I am where I ve been I ve walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin And my clothes are worn gritty And...
Hier bin ich woher ich kam Ich bin hundert Meilen in einer Tabakhaut gegangen Und meine Sachen sind abge...
