We Are the Music Makers and We Are the Dreamers of Dream Songtext
von Tess Parks

Well the nights are getting longer
Think it′s time to get my head out of sand
And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land
Hey, hey


It was a slow and stubborn get away
Thought I'd at least get a little shake
And maybe I could have been the one
And if I was I got a little taste
Hey, hey
And if I was I got a little taste

Well the nights are getting longer
Think it′s time to get my head out of sand
And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land

And all I wanted was a home now
And I was shown a promised land
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey