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