Oh, I’m choking, I’m choking  

On the smoke from this burning house  

I claw and I scrape  

But I can’t seem to get out  

But who then, who is this  

That’s scratching from the ground  

Oh, it’s my world, too  

But whose gold is this I’m digging out?

 

When we go, where we go  

When we’re dead  Is the verdict still out?  

Do we get into line  

To line up with those long dead now?  

With the muffled tears of sorrow  

Bones underground  Is this time our time?  

Yes, it is  

Without or with this shadow of doubt

 

I don’t want to wake up  

Lost in the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Oh, it’s such a waste child  

To live and die for the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Though I must confess, yes  

My view is a wonder about this  

This love I possess, love  

Must be the

Dreams of our Fathers

 

I wanna go, I wanna run  

We turn, so sure someone’s looking down  

It’s haunting me, haunting me  

Leaves us here to get out  

Though I don’t believe,

I don’t believe  

This flavor in my mouth  

Is from my tongue alone  

So bitter I wanna spit it out

 

I repeat these words  

They come out  

Under the blue light in the sky  

My empty pages are filling up  

With these wicked lies  

But I hear deep in myself  

An echo, an echo

Of empty, empty emptiness  

Comes up and swells inside

 

I don’t want to wake up  

Lost in the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Oh, it’s such a waste child  

To live and die for the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Though I must confess, yes  

My view is a wonder about this  

This love I possess, love  

It must be the

Dreams of our Fathers

 

Rain on my head

Rain on my head  

Rain on me  

And then give me air  

Rain on my love  

Again and again  

Why can’t I dream you away from me?

 

Look here, look here  

Bloated, floating  

Go belly down  

Belly up in the water  

But who is this here that’s drowned?  

We followed a drunken man  

He got us all spinning round  

But it’s like he swallowed himself  

And didn’t leave us a way out

 

I don’t want to wake up  

Lost in the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Oh, it’s such a shame child  

To live and die for the

Dreams of our Fathers  

Though I must confess, yes  

My view is a wonder about this  

This love I possess, love  

It must be the

Dreams of our Fathers

 

This love I possess, love  

It must be the

Dreams of our Fathers

This love I possess, love  

It must be the Dreams of our Fathers  

This love I possess, love  

It must be the love of our fathers

 

The dreams  

The dreams  

The dreams  

This love

I possess love 

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