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We are all voyagers away from home
Searching for something lost
Waiting for something to be born
We are the dreamers of a futile dream
Aiming at measuring
The boundless size of light on earth.

Every lonely day we still cling to something to last
Something we can't see
And with all our idle words we try building empires
And behind the door we still cling to something to last
That no one can feel
And with all the words we have we keep holding on.

There's something sad in my heart
Hoping for an errant wave to carry my words away
On the current of time watch them swimming homeward
Ride the lonely sea spray
The words come back to me and speak to me
As fragile as a whisper on the wind.

Every lonely day we still cling to something to last
Something we can't see
And with all our idle words we will build an empire
And behind the door we still cling to something to last
That no one can feel
And with all the words we have we keep holding on
Every lonely day we still cling to something to last
Something we can't see
And with all our idle words we will build an empire
And behind the door we still cling to something to last
That no one can feel
And with all the words we have
We will build a new dream...