To wake then
In the dark
And ache then
Until darkness gone
Likely we will grow old
On whispered tears from a dreamed frontier
We could sit down and laugh
And wait here
Until our childwoodís pa**ed
Then
Get really cold
Whispered tears from a dreamed frontier
Race to new †fangled realm
Guided by its sparks
And never wake again
How will it seem?
Far from home
The land of dreams
Likely we will grow old
Whispered tears from a dreamed frontier