Broken hearts made of stone, did we lose our sensitivity?

Now you can find them all alone, watching flaming dreams go by

You're trying to catch the break of dawn, blame it on your curiosity

So eternally, your inner dreams come back and out into the sun, into the sun.

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely.

You stick around, you got it bad but no one's out there you can listen to

It seems to be so hard to find the colorful state of mind

But still you're trying to catch it all, blame it on your own philosophy

Eventually, your inner dreams come back and out into the sun, into the sun.

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely.

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each to all the misery

I dream of a past that we could have

Feel like we made up so entirely.