Drew McIntyre Без названия

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What’s that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near

You never hear the shot that takes you down

Now your dream’s a memory, and seems more true from far away

Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound

Out of time, so say goodbye

What was yours, now is mine

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 sown

You had it all right in your grasp, but in a breath your minute passed

Now, at last, the end has come, you are all alone

Out of time, so say goodbye

What was yours, now is mine

I dream broken dreams, I make them come true

I make them for you

I make them for you

All your dreams are just illusion

Based on nothing and confusion

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

The dream was yours, but now is mine

I dream broken dreams, I make them come true

I make them for you

I make them for you