Winter's dying
I can feel the cold though
Songs are sighing
Days and dreams are hard to hold
Lost Dreams
Lost Treasures
Simple times of foolish pleasures
Broken Rhymes
Scattered Measures
Stuck inside such dormant leisure
Lost Dreams
Stolen Vision
Falling over small decisions
Careless words
A deep incision
Causing us to lose position
To lose position
To lose position
Winter's dying
Knowing what we're told is true
Spirit's flying high
While melodies are bought and sold
New Dreams
True Treasures
End the times of foolish pleasure
Open Minds
Moral Measures
Substitute complacent leisure
Spring Dreams
Summer Visions
Confident in all decisions
Careful words
Heal incisions
Giving love a new position
A new position
A new position