We’re catching dreams from the everyday
Street life
And though our hearts are of the open world
Our minds are far away
And if you speak to the quiet man
Speechless
Our efforts way outside the city lights
Our minds beyond repair

Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive
Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like
Ah, we tire where we always live
Ah, our minds are just machine lines

We're finding tydying and foresting for things that make our
Lives full
But faithful pressure gives us anything but the right to
Go away
And if we travel to another place, we’ll be
Speechless
Our minds are floating
Our bodies luminate while
The angels fill the air

Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive
Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like
Ah, we tire where we always live
Ah, our minds are just machine lines

Ah, we listen but we don’t forgive
Ah, our hearts are just angelic-like
Ah, we tire where we always live
Ah, our minds are just machine lines