What’s that metronome I hear, perhaps the end is drawing near

 You never hear the shot that takes you down

 Now your dream’s a memory, and seems more [bad word] from far away

 Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound

 Out of time, so say goodbye

 What was yours, now is mine

 I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
 I make them for you

 I make them for you

 Almost to the mountain top, you slip and fall just like a stone

 Rolling ever faster to this nightmare you have sown

 You had it all right in your grasp, but in a breath your minute passed

 Now, at last, the end [bad word]  you are all alone

 Out of time, so say goodbye

 What was yours, now is mine

 I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
 I make them for you

 I make them for you

 All your dreams are just illusion

 Based on nothing and confusion

 Don’t you look behind the curtain

 No more time, the end is certain

 Holding out for something you had dreamt about for years and years

 Each day thinking tomorrow was the one

train somewhere is off it’s tracks, it’s whistle blows, it wants life back

 And echoes through a night of setting suns

 Out of time, so say goodbye

 The dream was yours, but now is mine

 I dream broken dreams, I make [bad word] [bad word] 
 I make them for you

 I make them for you"