Like Wendy
Текст песни Four Years

Four years it's been running from my dreams
Who knows just when things will start to clear?
I know this endless road has given me the real
To fall in and take the time to settle this ordeal
And I may receive the answers now
but this is where I want to be
And the old man shakes his ghostly head
to summon back the dreams

I once smiled in the old man's face
Once cried for given grace
I once died in a lonely grave
I won't sell my dreams to get a fairy-tale
I won't knock at an open door
I was in when it closed before
Don't fall for the dreams they store
It's a madhouse, warehouse like America

The silence comes from our side
It's been like that, even before

The mad invite us to inside
And who would ever know now what is home?