You say you’re scared,
You’re scared of the fight.
Well I caught myself throwing Punches in my dreams last night.

You think it’s okay,
to hide behind the stars,
run from moving cars,
But the ringing in my ears,
reminds me every night.

Tonight you’re okay,
you wish everybody’d let you work all your pain away.
Screaming from the back of my head,
these dreams will never be dead.
Holding out for revolution.

You call it a dream, you call it a crush.
You’re screaming in vain, but it don’t help much.
You blame it on the weather,
but you don’t expect much of December.
You know you’ve heard the same excuse before.
We’re not holding back anything now listen as we sing.

I’m Right behind you miles away