False starts
In a world of broken dreams
Crushed hearts
As these words fade into memories
And people say that life's a game
Well if it is then I cannot compete
And passers-by will state the time of day
Well what is day to me
How is it possible for dreams to slip away when they're not real
They control your feelings but they're never what you feel
And you can never let them climb on top of you though climbing's what you do
You lay in bed and hope that someday all your dreams will come true
Pick up the pace
And hold your head up high
It's not a race
But you'll never win if you don't try
And people say you dream too far
But I don't see a limit here
It's better dreaming of a future
Than imagining you disappear
How is it possible for dreams to slip away when they're not real
They control your feelings but they're never what you feel
And you can never let them climb on top of you though climbing's what you do
You lay in bed and hope that someday all your dreams will come true
How is it possible for dreams to slip away when they're not real
They control your feelings but they're never what you feel
And you can never let them climb on top of you though climbing's what you do
You lay in bed and hope that someday all your dreams will come true
You lay in bed and hope that someday all your dreams will come true