YouÂ’re holding my hand but you don't understand. IÂ’m dreaming in colors. Dreaming of trying the perfect romance. The search of the door, to open your mind. In search of the cure of mankind. Help me, we're drowning. I'm ask you: Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia. How will the lights die down, telling us who we are? How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?
I'm searching for answers, not given for free. You're hurting inside, is there life within me? I'm burning inside me! You held my hand but you don't understand that perfect romance. I search of the door, to open your mind in search of the cure of mankind
I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share
How will the lights die down, telling us who we are?