Soldiers in dreams are like lovers who come without warning,
and take you by surprise when you think you must make it alone.
Sooner or later their presence is only a memory
but you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
And as lovers lie sleeping, I find myself travelling towards you.
The morning arises, the wind is as soft as a sigh.
And whatever's before me, is nothing to what I have come through,
the pain and the passion, the tears and the laughs and the lies.
My darling once told me, that loving was better than living,
but I told him survival for me, was the easier game.
I couldn't live with him, now it's I can't live without him,
I thought I'd feel different, but somehow I still feel the same.
Romeo tells me that Juliet can't live without him,
and Ophelia's crazy for Hamlet who wants to be King.
And away in the distance, Mark Anthony loves Cleopatra,
as Portia sits silent, soliloquizing in the wings.
So if lovers are loosers, what price the game we are playing?
And what price the man, who hasnot got the money to pay?
And the silence of angels means praying is just an illusion
for the lost and the lonely, and those who have nothing to say.
Soldiers in dreams are like lovers who come without warning,
and take you by surprise when you think you must make it alone.
Sooner or later their presence is only a memory
but you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
and take you by surprise when you think you must make it alone.
Sooner or later their presence is only a memory
but you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
And as lovers lie sleeping, I find myself travelling towards you.
The morning arises, the wind is as soft as a sigh.
And whatever's before me, is nothing to what I have come through,
the pain and the passion, the tears and the laughs and the lies.
My darling once told me, that loving was better than living,
but I told him survival for me, was the easier game.
I couldn't live with him, now it's I can't live without him,
I thought I'd feel different, but somehow I still feel the same.
Romeo tells me that Juliet can't live without him,
and Ophelia's crazy for Hamlet who wants to be King.
And away in the distance, Mark Anthony loves Cleopatra,
as Portia sits silent, soliloquizing in the wings.
So if lovers are loosers, what price the game we are playing?
And what price the man, who hasnot got the money to pay?
And the silence of angels means praying is just an illusion
for the lost and the lonely, and those who have nothing to say.
Soldiers in dreams are like lovers who come without warning,
and take you by surprise when you think you must make it alone.
Sooner or later their presence is only a memory
but you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.
But you know that without them you'd never have rolled back the stone.