Looking out my window staring
At the things that I can't see
If I listen closely
I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
I'm wrapped up in the warmth
Of an unforgiving mind
I'm on vacation in another time
And we can thank the TV
We can thank the men of old
For this legacy of hate
Somehow, somehow they have sold
I'm wrapped up in the warmth
Of an unforgiving game
I'm on vacation in the Land of Shame
When the pigs are flying
And it's freezing cold in hell
Maybe we'll forgive the children, baby
Only time can tell
Yeah yeah!
If I listen closely
I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
I am on vacation in the Land of Shame
We'll be alone together
In a world we call our own
We'll be alone together
In a place that doesn't feel like home
Yeah yeah!
I can hear, I can hear, hear a dying dream
(Dying dream!
Dying dream!
Dying dream!)
We'll be alone together
(In a world we call our own)
We'll be alone together
(In a place that doesn't feel like home)
We'll be alone together
(In a world we call out own)
We'll be alone together
(In a place that doesn't feel like home)
We'll be alone together
We'll leave this land of shame
