Grey skies and cloudy eyes, All the world is sympathizing All the world feels sorry For the dreamer in your head
With white lies and alibis and All the world is terrified yeah All the world is worried That the dreamer might be dead
If today knows no justice Better off staying maladjusted
- chorus - Sing to me a melody for the ones that will never win Songs of dreamers, in between us, the ones that will never fit in If today we don't belong Let us sing tomorrow's song
Back before the war began You and i were children then We took our dreams and turned 'em in And traded them for guns
Everyday becomes a crisis Left to our own devices Traded in our dreams to fight these wars that can't be won
