Broken hearts made of stone, Did we lose our sensitivity? Now you can find them all alone, Watching flaming dreams go by You're trying to catch the break of dawn, Blame it on your curiosity So eternally, your empty dreams come back And out into the sun, into the sun Now we have a lot of love to give But it's not released through all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely Now we have a lot of love to give But it's not released all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely You stick around, you got it bad But no one's out there you can listen to It seems to be so hard to find the colorful state of mind But still you're trying to catch it all, Blame it on your own philosophy Eventually, your empty dreams come back And out into the sun, into the sun Now we have a lot of love to give But it's not released through all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely Now we have a lot of love to give But it's not released all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely Now we have a lot of love to give But it's not released through all the misery I dream of a past that we could have Felt like we made up so entirely