"Broken Dreams" by Drake Hunt/Jim Johnston [The Beginning]
Posted: July 18th, 2012, 6:50 pm
What's that metronome I hear? Perhaps the end is drawing near. You never hear the shot that takes you down.
Now your dreams are memories--seems more true from far away, just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.
You're out of time-- (out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
I'll make them for you. (I'll make them for--)
Almost to the mountaintop. You slip and fall, just like a stone, rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown.
You've had it all right in your grasp, but, in a breath, your minute passed. Now, at last, the end has come, and you are all alone.
You're out of time-- (You're out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (What was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
All your dreams--they're just illusion. Come based on nothing and confusion.
Don't you look behind the curtain. No more time: the end is certain.
Holding onto something you have dreamt about for years and years, each day thinking, "tomorrow is the one."
A train somewhere is off its tracks; its whistle blows, it wants life back, echoes through the night of setting suns.
You're out of time-- (You're out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (What was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
I'll make them for you. (I'll make them for--)
Now your dreams are memories--seems more true from far away, just like smoke that fades and makes no sound.
You're out of time-- (out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
I'll make them for you. (I'll make them for--)
Almost to the mountaintop. You slip and fall, just like a stone, rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown.
You've had it all right in your grasp, but, in a breath, your minute passed. Now, at last, the end has come, and you are all alone.
You're out of time-- (You're out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (What was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
All your dreams--they're just illusion. Come based on nothing and confusion.
Don't you look behind the curtain. No more time: the end is certain.
Holding onto something you have dreamt about for years and years, each day thinking, "tomorrow is the one."
A train somewhere is off its tracks; its whistle blows, it wants life back, echoes through the night of setting suns.
You're out of time-- (You're out of time--)
so, say goodbye. (so, say goodbye.)
What was yours-- (What was yours--)
now is mine.
And I dream broken dreams. I'll make them come true. I'll make them for you.
I'll make them for you. (I'll make them for--)