Here we are hanging onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it's not real if you don't feel it.. Unspoken expectations, ideals you used to play with.
Don't close your eyes or I might drift away. Under the night my image bends its shape. I'll be written on the wind like in every sailor's dreams. Heading for the moon.
Here we are hanging. Onto strains of greed and blues. Break the chain then we break down. Oh it's not real if you don't feel it. Unspoken expectations ideals you used to play with.