From the same place it is born 

It is shattered and torn 

replaced by symbols and lies 

this is how a dream 


truth lies in those who have cleared out the way 

followed their own path and had their own say 

they cannot be silenced 

their views unobstructed 

and as they blow through all their opposition has constructed 

sounds echo in the chests of all those left behind 

But still are those locked behind puppeteer's lines 


This is how, this is how a dream dies 

This is how, this is how a dream dies 


Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist 

Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest 


This is how a dream dies tonight 


This is how, this is how a dream dies 


From the same place, It is born 

it is shattered, shattered and torn 

Replaced by symbols, symbols and lies 

this is how a dream dies 

Their hope tucked away under ivy green mist 

Locked behind stone silhouettes in the places where they rest 

Living life with the door half open 

Just enough to see in 

Living life with the door half open 

Just enough to see in 

cause we don't trust what is to come...