it seems Dreams for lovers (Dreams for lovers) (x4) Lovers... Oh, they're exactly the same They walk in the rain Lovers... Have their dreams So it seems Lovers
Dreams for lovers (dreams for lovers) (x4) Lovers... Oh, they're exactly the same They walk in the rain Lovers... Have their dreams So it seems Lovers
seems Dreams for lovers (Dreams for lovers) (x4) Lovers... Oh, they're exactly the same They walk in the rain Lovers... Have their dreams So it seems Lovers
We are the poets, we are the dreamers We are the soldiers, we are the screamers We are the fallen to rise again We are the lovers, we are the cynics
sweet around here anymore, Janey sleeps in sheets damp with sweat, Johnny sits up alone and watches her dream on, dream on, And the sister prays for
she dissappoint your highness I speak the gospel hostel Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful Eye of the law, aspire for
my spirit and romance But the beauty died And soon the voice was got mute Letters dulcified Turn into spoilt fruit In my dreams and false illusions Sweetest lover
dream. Thank you lord: 1) for this oil slick. 2) for her car wreck. 3) for I'm lovesick. Heaven sent us a hero, but Hell tried to his resolve. And when
only witness is the open sky. Tell me why words lie down for you like lovers do. Oh, victim of circumstance when you rest your head Do I live in your dreams
I used to dream that I'd discover The perfect lover someday I knew I'd recognize him If ever he came 'round my way I always used to fancy then He'd be
Don't believe the things they say 'cause baby, you're a dream, you're a score 'Cause I would walk a million miles for you, just to visit you, baby And
much knowledge to resist and plenty of answers for the good at heart no fear, no pain, no sweat, the teardrop on the serviette, oh i could be a hero if
tongues behind my back a dry lung vocal martyr I will suffer for my lover I will suffer for his sins I will suffer for my lover I am suffering for
tremble for the knife Voicemail numbers On an old computer screen Rows of lovers Parked forever in a dream Screaming sirens Echoing across the bay To the old boats From the city far away Homeless heroes
