Lyrics: Blink The Star. All Dreamed Out.

Say when, I'll stop twisting your arm
Listen, we don't have to grand stand
The world shows its love for you with money
You love me, well, I just think that's funny

And everybody knows
That you were backstage making history a home
Somewhere it's August in the evening
That's where you'll find me changing seasons

And everybody knows
You were backstage making history a home
And I can't wait to find you sleeping all dreamed out
Next year the sky is still the same sky

But right now, everything is sacred
It never will again
And you might try to save a second chance
It's gone

This perfect moment has just come and gone
You're wrong, it's wrong