Do we hunt broken dreams or do they lure us? Are we the hunted? I hear their whispers, in the darkness I hear their voice which belongs to you I can still remember those rainy days and Your advice, your voice teaching me how To dance... with fire! Hear the whispers in the darkness, Hear those voices belong to you Light a flame and watch the shadows For tonight they dance for you Look away from the flame You will see the light You will see the shadows march Breath and embrace the zeal
Let it catalyze You'll find a hidden path What's left behind is not a sacrifice It’s our story I can still remember your voice Your advice on how to dance With fire! Risk everything When deep within you know and Feel your dream is real Go forth and hunt if when awake And when asleep Your dream remains In your eyes, in your skin In your voice I see myself In your heart When you cry and endure The dream is real In your eyes, in your skin In your voice I see myself In your hands And your will To let your story live In your eyes, in your skin In your voice I see myself within!
