Marching Orders
I can open my mindBut there's no makings of a dreamer in youIn these desperate timesI'm walking homeWalking home to you
I will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flameThe fire
I used to write down my dreamsNow they're gone when my eyes open on youWell even though you've fucked upThere's still the makings of a dreamer in you
I will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flame
I will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flameThe fireThe fire
These are the marching ordersThese are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryin' to get moreTryin' to get more
These are the marching ordersThese are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryin' to get moreTryin' to get more than we take
(ohhh)
Tryin' to get moreTryin' to get more
These are the marching ordersThese are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryin' to get moreTryin' to get more
(ohhh)
(Tryin' to get more)(Tryin' to get more)
Tryin' to get more
Tryin' to get more(Tryin' to get more)(Tryin' to get more)...