Testo: Mattia De Luca. Dreamers. The Dreamers.

She was driving her waythrough Mass Avenue, with a smoke in herhand and a box full of shoes, dying to see if thatdream would pour out of her pocket... When we met we had noclue our souls were so clean, And at times we could seethat our hands they could bleed, we didn't care cause weknow we'd been building up our dream... But is there someonestill sitting in the sun, someone still sitting inthe sun. Oh time is ticking andwe?re still looking for someone there stillsitting in the sun! We had dust covered rooms and half hearted truths, we used Beatles as Bibles And Buckley to us wasvital, A note in the air wouldmake us feel like, life was under repair... Now our walks seemsteeper, they still call us"THE DREAMERS", we're still waiting forthat day that they?ll call us "THEWINNERS", but hey sages say, manyyou loose, one you win! But is there someonestill sitting in the sun, someone still sitting inthe sun. Oh time is ticking andwe?re still looking for someone there stillsitting in the sun! Life?sa mistery of it?s own, Some may come and go, oh Let it be anothermonth, a day or a year, Flashing by us time isticking, Yes we know they?ll findus sitting through? Am I losing, losing youlover? Now our walks seemsteeper, they still call us"THE DREAMERS", we're still waiting forthat day that they?ll call us "THEWINNERS", In the sun yeah, in thesun yeah?dreamers? in thesun?