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Architects

The long walk home
Back to a no name town
Where people pass me by
In red and white lines
Your only son can t make you proud
The moon and stars, this frozen clock

And if in years to come we can talk like friends
Can i close my eyes and wake up then?

Drown out the sound of adulthood
With songs that fell from out of space
At seventeen i wouldn t dare to dream
Because hope s a dangerous thing

I won t thank god, i ll thank my friends
For sticking by till we re home again
What matters most to me belongs to you
Hope s a dangerous thing

I pinch myself to see
That if this curtain drops, this isn t me
Pack my bags, no time to waste
We leave no trace of us
Still my pillow rings