Shaman's Harvest - Broken Dreams текст песни

What's that metronome I hear,
Perhaps the end is drawing near
You never hear the shot that takes you down
Now your dreams a memory, and seems
More true from far away
Just like smoke that fades and makes no sound

Out of time,
So say goodbye
What is yours, now it's mine

And I dream broken dreams, I make them come true
I make them come true
I make them for you

Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you
Bad dreams come true, I make them for you