Lifting shadows Off a Dream once broken She can turn a drop of water Into an ocean And she listens openly He seems alone and silent Moved by desire and fear Lifting Shadows off a Dream Thoughts remain without an answer

There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new The big lights will inspire you Ooh, New York I got a pocketful of dreams Baby, I'm from New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of Hear it for New

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies This is the dawning of the rest of our lives I walk alone, I walk alone My shadow's the only one that walks beside me My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating Sometimes I wish someone out there will

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is

I'm here alone inside of this broken home Hey mom, hey dad When did this end? Where did you lose your happiness? Who's right, who's wrong Who really cares? The fault, the blame, the pain's still there Holding on to a dream While she watches these walls

In California, we're dreaming We never sleep I'm no shooting star Just a burning heart Running through the dark Broken boulevards Like a sinkhole What does it show? In California

But I don't even know It don't get better than this And I could be chasing down a broken dream Just to where this thing is gonna lead It's a mystery Oh and ain't life a trip, no it don't get better than this No it don't get better than this Could be a

All I needed was the last thing I wanted To sit alone in a room and say it all out loud Every moment, every second, every trespass Every awful thing, every broken dream A couple years back and forth with myself in a cage Banging my head against the wall

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31