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