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 tenderly, yeah, when she dreams

Come back, come out into the sun, uh

Into the sun, uh

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each through all the misery

I dream of the prose that we could have

Fate that we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each through all the misery

I dream of the prose that we could have

Fate that we made up so entirely

You stick around, you get about

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, yeah, when she dreams

Come back, come out into the sun, uh

Into the sun, uh

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each through all the misery

I dream of the prose that we could have

Fate that we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each through all the misery

I dream of the prose that we could have

Fate that we made up so entirely

Now we have a lot of love to give

But it's not with each through all the misery

I dream of the prose that we could have

Fate that we made up so entirely