When all we wanted was the dream
to have & to hold
that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years
Pressed up against the glass
I found myself wanting sympathy
but to be consumed again
oh I know would be the death of me
& there is a love that's inherently given
a kind of blindness offered to appease
& in that light of forbidden joy
oh I know I won't receive it
When all we wanted was the dream
to have & to hold
that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the newborn hope unjaded by their years
You know if I leave you now
it doesn't mean that I love you any less
it's just the state I'm in
I can't be good to anyone else like this
When all we wanted was the dream
to have & to hold
that precious little thing
like every generation yields
the new born hope unjaded by their years...