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The Dreams

	作曲 : Mulvey
	Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
	And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
	And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
	And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
	It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
	I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
	trains and the tunnels
	There`s a dream sitting next to me
	There`s a dream across from me
	Fragile

	We all know that one day
	The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
	And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
	And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
	I don`t know what will happen to the other dreams

	But I know what will happen to me
	Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter

	I`ll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
	And if I`m lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
	and shatter in shards of silence
	Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
	See something

	This will, this will happen
	But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.

	zuò qǔ : Mulvey
	Inside the tunnels, the stone tunnels, are the trains
	And inside the trains, the steel trains, are the bags of skin
	And inside the thin skin are the blood and the bones
	And inside the blood and the bones are the dreams
	It really is that simple, it really is that fragile
	I am one such dream inside the blood and the bones and the bags and the
	trains and the tunnels
	There s a dream sitting next to me
	There s a dream across from me
	Fragile

	We all know that one day
	The tunnels will crumble and the trains will stop
	And the blood and the bags and the bones will be gone
	And in between now and then something will happen to all the dreams
	I don t know what will happen to the other dreams

	But I know what will happen to me
	Sure as rain, I know, sure as winter

	I ll breathe and grieve and struggle and strive and love, love
	And if I m lucky once, just once, the dream will drop to the floor like a vase
	and shatter in shards of silence
	Where I will see, I will see in the pattern of the pieces, I will
	See something

	This will, this will happen
	But now the train with all its fragile cargo rolls on.