Stifled and entitled while they play at boring games
We're stifled and entitled while they play at boring games
But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams
And a crying shame!

Panicked born on troubl'd shores
Our cities groan beneath the rain
While pennies pile the hoarders smile and proclaim

That what we want will never be
In between we [bad word] and dream at living free again
And kick at it until we end
Seen some things had tiny wings but tore some light in everything, amen!

Stifled and entitled, our proud town's overboard
Our town's been stifled since the day it got born
It's been too long since a stranger held my hand
 [bad word] #33; I need a stranger to hold my hand

But there's fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams, fire in our dreams
And a crying shame!

The end again is what we're born in and dull smoke and wide white men
Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end!
Our! Dreams! Are! All! Of! Us! Until the end!

 [bad word] off - get free - we pour light on everything we see and then we ...

(Hold me under bright water never let us end)