Peripeteia

Broken hearts made of stone,
Did we lose our sensitivity?
Now you can find them all alone,
Watching flaming dreams go by
You're trying to catch the break of dawn,
Blame it on your curiosity
So eternally, your empty dreams come back
And out into the sun, into the sun

Now we have a lot of love to give
But it's not released through all the misery
I dream of a past that we could have
Felt like we made up so entirely
Now we have a lot of love to give
But it's not released all the misery
I dream of a past that we could have
Felt like we made up so entirely

You stick around, you got it bad
But no one's out there you can listen to
It seems to be so hard to find the colorful state of mind
But still you're trying to catch it all,
Blame it on your own philosophy
Eventually, your empty dreams come back
And out into the sun, into the sun

Now we have a lot of love to give
But it's not released through all the misery
I dream of a past that we could have
Felt like we made up so entirely
Now we have a lot of love to give
But it's not released all the misery
I dream of a past that we could have
Felt like we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give
But it's not released through all the misery
I dream of a past that we could have
Felt like we made up so entirely