Oh, I'm choking, I'm choking
|
On the smoke from this burning house
|
I claw and I scrape
|
But I can't seem to get out
|
But who then, who is this
|
That's scratching from the ground
|
Oh, it's my world, too
|
But whose gold is this I'm digging out?
|
|
When we go, where we go
|
When we're dead
|
Is the verdict still out?
|
Do we get into line
|
To line up with those long dead now?
|
With the muffled tears of sorrow
|
Bones underground
|
Is this time our time?
|
Yes, it is
|
Without or with this shadow of doubt
|
|
I don't want to wake up
|
Lost in the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Oh, it's such a waste child
|
To live and die for the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Though I must confess, yes
|
My view is a wonder about this
|
This love I possess, love
|
Must be the Dreams of our Fathers
|
|
I wanna go, I wanna run
|
We turn, so sure someone's looking down
|
It's haunting me, haunting me
|
Leaves us here to get out
|
Though I don't believe, I don't believe
|
This flavor in my mouth
|
Is from my tongue alone
|
So bitter I wanna spit it out
|
|
I repeat these words
|
They come out
|
Under the blue light in the sky
|
My empty pages are filling up
|
With these wicked lies
|
But I hear deep in myself
|
An echo, an echo
|
Of empty, empty emptiness
|
Comes up and swells inside
|
|
I don't want to wake up
|
Lost in the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Oh, it's such a waste child
|
To live and die for the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Though I must confess, yes
|
My view is a wonder about this
|
This love I possess, love
|
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
|
|
Rain on my head
|
Rain on my head
|
Rain on me
|
And then give me air
|
Rain on my love
|
Again and again
|
Why can't I dream you away from me?
|
|
Look here, look here
|
Bloated, floating
|
Go belly down
|
Belly up in the water
|
But who is this here that's drowned?
|
We followed a drunken man
|
He got us all spinning round
|
But it's like he swallowed himself
|
And didn't leave us a way out
|
|
I don't want to wake up
|
Lost in the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Oh, it's such a shame child
|
To live and die for the Dreams of our Fathers
|
Though I must confess, yes
|
My view is a wonder about this
|
This love I possess, love
|
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
|
|
This love I possess, love
|
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
|
This love I possess, love
|
It must be the Dreams of our Fathers
|
This love I possess, love
|
It must be the love of our fathers
|
|
The dreams
|
The dreams
|
The dreams
|
This love I possess love
|
|
-----------------
|
Dreams Of Our Fathers
|
Dave Matthews Band |