Pack it all up, it's over again.
And we've all made promises, and we're going to lose them.
Ink on paper leaves but a mark, What's burned in my memory,
Will last for all time.
Dreams can't be bought, they can die in an instant.
And as the fire reflects in your face,
For a moment I saw them, shine in your eyes.
I caught them and I held them,
Like they were mine, like they were mine , like they were mine.
Aurora's dancers, night light magic,
Dreams of emptiness, sand born from the ocean.
Saviour of souls all lost at sea,
Hear the Ancient's roar, at Simon's bay.
Dream's can't be bought, they can die in an instant.
And as the fire reflects in your face,
For a moment i saw them, shine in your eyes.
I caught them, I returned them.
They were not mine. They were not mine, They were not mine.
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