Looking out my window staring

At the things that I can't see

If I listen closely,

I can hear a dying dream

I'm wrapped up in the warmth

Of an unforgiving mind

I'm on vacation in another time

And we can thank the TV

We can thank the men of old

For this legacy of hate

Somehow they have sold

I'm wrapped up in the warmth

Of an unforgiving game

I'm on vacation in the land of shame

When the pigs are flying

And it's freezing cold in hell

Maybe we'll forgive the children, baby

Only time can yea yea

If I listen closely

I can hear a dying dream

I'm on vacation in the land of shame

We'll be alone together

In a world we call our own

We'll be alone together

In a place that doesn't feel like home

I can hear a dying...

We'll be alone together

We'll leave this land of shame