Listen
Can you hear the march of the Dreamers
Pressing gold into the hands of beggars
Seething sexless passion
They say with a closed tooth smile
My shout is the loudest thunder
Yours the sound of a stone in a tin can

Listen
Can you hear the march of the Dreamers
A storm in the palm of our hands
The waves crashing down the memories
Washing away the pleasure street
That held the seams together
We once loved ?