Marching Orders – Editors – letras

I can open my mindBut there’s no makings of a dreamer in youIn these desperate timesI’m walking homeWalking home to youI will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flame, the fireI used to write down my dreamsNow they’re gone when my eyes open on youWell even though you’ve fucked upThere’s still the makings of a dreamer in youI will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flameI will fall with the rainI will flicker with the flameThe fire, the fireThese are the marching ordersBut these are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryina get moreTryina get more, we takeThese are the marching ordersBut these are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryina get moreTryina get more, we takeThese are the marching ordersBut these are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryina get moreTryina get more, we takeThese are the marching ordersBut these are the rules that we breakThese are the doubts we cling toTryina get moreTryina get more, we take