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