What's that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams are memory, and
Seems more true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound
Out of time,
So say goodbye
What is yours
Now it's mine
And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you
I make them for you
Almost to the mountain top
You slip and fall just like a stone
Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sewn
You had it all right in your grasps
but in a breath your minute passed
now alas the end has come
you are all alone
Out of time
So say goodbye
What is yours
And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you
I make them for you
All my dreams are just illusions
because nothing can confuse you
Don't you look behind the curtain
No more time the end is certain
Holding out for something you had dreamt about for years and years
Each day thinking tomorrow was the one
A train somewhere is off it's tracks,
It's whistle blows, it wants life back
And echoes through a night of setting suns
Out of time
So say goodbye
What is yours
And I dream broken dreams
I make them come true
I make them for you
I make them for you

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