Rose clouds collapse Over the harbor A pilgrimage to where god's never been The painted saints We carried on our shoulders While we turned our backs on Him The rain it tumbled Down like grey glitter The streets they shimmered Like mother of pearl. Down in the gutter Like dead confetti Face to face with The man who stole the world Expressions like "Desolation Town" They have no Meaning to you now. "Your sacred sorrows Like blankets for the poor" That's easy to say When you don't live here anymore The summer past Like one long song Oh kid I do believe That our dreams Are wrong Oh kid I do believe That our dreams Are wrong Oh kid I do believe That our dreams Are wrong