[Verse 1]

The colors of the winter melt into the sea

The walkers and their pimps are back out on the streets

I look out to the window to the theater of this town

A memory of sorrow is aching like a wound



[Verse 2]

The heroes of the past are dying one by one

Their music now unheard, their voices now undone

Their names fading away like a castle in the sand

And all that is now left is the dust in our hands



[Chorus]

And I don't know what has become

Of all our dreams, of all our songs

They seem to get lost in the way

Or exchanged for roles in someone's cage



[Verse 3]

The children of today made heroes of their own

They too will be forgotten as some will take 'em on

This circle of illusion, it never stops to spin

The fate of our beliefs is at the mercy of a whim



[Verse 4]

The color of your hands has paled with the years

The lines around your mouth bear witness to your fears

And yet you look the same to me, in the mirror of my eyes

The beauty of your spirit will never really die



[Chorus]

And I don't know what has become

Of all our dreams, of all our songs

They seem to get lost in the way

Or exchanged for roles in someone's cage