Out of breath and out of kind, Young at heart but we're losing our minds. Comfort lost, ambition worn, Joyous grief for all things born. At morning's rise We will weep Of our greatest fears. In truth and in rage, this motley band, Who have no idea. Clinging to our reverie, We'll sing for those we cannot be, Dreaming that our melody Will somehow set these demons free- E-e-e... e-e-e Far removed and far behind, We bow our heads in wounded times. Aspire not, rejoice instead, Farewell the lives which we once led. At morning's rise We will weep Of our greatest fears. In truth and in rage, this motley band, Who have no idea. Clinging to our reverie, We'll sing for those we cannot be, Dreaming that our melody Will somehow set these demons free- E-e-e... e-e-e Ohh-Oh--Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh Ohh-Oh--Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh Ohh-Oh--Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh Ohh-Oh--Oh-Oh-Oh-Oh... At morning's rise We will weep Of our greatest fears. In truth and in rage, this motley band, Who have no idea. Clinging to our reverie, We'll sing for those we cannot be, Dreaming that our melody Will somehow set these demons free- E-e-e... e-e-e Out of breath and out of kind.