Dreams

Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
It’ll keep us on the ground
It’ll keep us surrounded by ghosts of our mostly inimitable needs
But still we plead
You wonder if you’ll ever see the things you were going for
Too late
You see a sign that draws the line
And closes off the doors
That’s fate
You’re torn apart and you retorted
You never get the things you wanted
You try, and try, and try, and try, and try
But the ghost of your dreams keeps you haunted
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
If you take away our…
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
It’ll make the day go dull
It’ll make the day go sullen and dreary
Exhaustingly weary and dim
But don’t blame it all on him
You wonder if you’ll ever get to taste the taste of sweet success
No chance
You stuck a ground without a shot, though you tried nonetheless
Danced the dance
You’ve traveled by your inhibition
Repetition after repetition
You try, and try, and try, and try, and try
But you’re disparaging your disposition, yeah
Ooh, ladadadadadadadada…
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
If you shot down our…
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
If you take away our…
Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams
Ooh…