The Guilty Ones

Something started crazy Sweet and unknown Something you keep In a box on the street Now it's longing for a home And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be lonely and sad And who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming, yeah And now our bodies are the guilty ones Who touch And color the hours Night won't breathe Oh, how we Will fall in silence from the stars And whisper some silver reply Whoa... My pulse is gone and racing All fits and starts Oh, window by window You try and look into This brave new you that you are And who can say what dreams are? Wake me in time to be out in the cold Who can say what we are? This is the reason for dreaming, yeah And now our bodies are the guilty ones Our touch Will fill every hour Huge and dark Oh, our hearts Will murmur the blues from on high And whisper some silver reply Whoa... And now our bodies are...