The burning desire to live and roam free, it shines in the dark and it grows within me. You're holding my hand but you don't understand so where I am going, you won't be in the end. I'm dreaming in colors of getting the chance, of dreaming of trying the perfect romance. The search of the door, to open your mind, in search of the cure of mankind.
Help us were drowning, so close up inside.
Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? Why does it have to kill the ideal of who we are? Why does it rain, rain, rain down on utopia? 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? You're holding my hand but you don't understand so you're taking the road all alone in the end. I'm dreaming in colors, no boundaries are there, I'm dreaming the dream, and I'll sing to share.
