Under a blackened sky

far beyond the glaring streetlights

sleeping on empty dreams

the vultures lie in wait.

You lay down beside me then

you were with me every waking hour

so close I could feel your breath.





When all we wanted was the dream

to have and to hold that precious little thing

like every generation yields

the new born hope unjaded by their years.



Pressed up against the glass

I found myself wanting sympathy

but to be consumed again

oh I know would be the death of me

and there is a love that's inherently given

a kind of blindness offered to deceive

and in that light of forbidden joy

oh I know I won't receive it.



When all we wanted was the dream

to have and to hold that precious little thing

like every generation yields

the newborn hope unjaded by their years.



You know if I leave you now

it doesn't mean I love you any less

it's just the state I'm in

I can't be good to anyone else like this.



When all we wanted was the dream

to have and to hold that precious little thing

like every generation yields

the newborn hope unjaded by their years...