the dreams of the dead are still dreams,
shrill against the night, in endless
wailing rumored
(you, I)
we never made it through lifeless dreams,
though we lied side by side-
my god I miss the way it was,
c’est la vie, vrai
the dreams of the dead are still dreams,
shrill against the night, in endless
wailing rumored
(you, I)
we never made it through lifeless dreams,
though we lied side by side-
my god I miss the way it was,
c’est la vie, vrai