Texty: Glass Bottom Boat. How A Dream Dies.

From the same place it is born
It is shattered and torn
replaced by symbols and lies
this is how a dream

truth lies in those who have cleared out the way
followed their own path and had their own say
they cannot be silenced
their views unobstructed
and as they blow through all their opposition has constructed
sounds echo in the chests of all those left behind
But still are those locked behind puppeteer's lines

This is how, this is how a dream dies
This is how, this is how a dream dies

Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist
Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest

This is how a dream dies tonight

This is how, this is how a dream dies

From the same place, It is born
it is shattered, shattered and torn
Replaced by symbols, symbols and lies
this is how a dream dies
Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist
Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest
Living life with the door half open
Just enough to see in
Living life with the door half open
Just enough to see in
cause we don't trust what is to come...