The Dreamers

Life is a maze spending your days
Truth is a haze punching your face
And time is a friend who outgrows you in the end
But it's alright

Love is a sign we're all benign
Hate someone says why it's too late
I'm sure we're at a stage, the coming of a golden age
You're free to join us

The club of all
The fortunate dreamers
In tin foil hats

Oh well, that was it and here you sit
Doesn't it hurt a little bit?
To know there was a time
You could have done something sublime
But I'm sorry

Once we get too old
Toothless and all bald
There's no turning back
There's no turning back

Once we get too old
Toothless and all bald
There's no turning back
There's no turning back

There's no turning back
There's no turning back



Credits
Writer(s): Simen Hallset, Eirik Fidjeland
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