The season been calling our names out to war
We're sowing up our things, our legs and our arms
And the sea breeze is coming, it's blowing out west
And we're crying in the middle with scars on our chest
And we hear the cry for mercy, but we carry on
With our hearts tucked away deep in our coats
And this silence is haunting me
As god makes you a novelty
I know i know i'm ready to die for you
I'm the blame for everything
Dreamers are funny because they don't accomplish a thing
Something happens when they deem us adults and throw us in the ring
Put out the fires and the crowd is in aw
And they carry our confidence deep in their jaws
We are so far gone we can't stop dreaming
