Only Love Keeps Us Dreaming

Dreams are unoriginal, and movement's traditional So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception Hope that we are destined and not testing out our luck Through all of the hands we hold, we’re losing in stamina So fade this scene, everyone’s watching a scripted lullaby Whatever your heart may feel won’t amount to the sex appeal And every time it works out, you'd like to cash out Tell me there is a reason to keep motion on our side I guess I could be wrong, but my feelings stand strong "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception We'll shimmer and grind our teeth At the thought of our competition fading We'll speak in monologues Well I am waiting, I am waiting This could be a test of desire, so stay 'til the lights burn out Dreams are unoriginal, and movement traditional So keep moving, everyone’s watching and scoring your every move The feeling it could pay out has severed away somehow "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs If we could only doubt the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception "If you play your numbers..." Now you’ve got me thinking about routine and dollar signs Too bad we're all about the biggest part of what could happen Sight but without depth perception Sight but without depth perception Sight but without depth perception We'll shimmer and grind our teeth At the thought of our competition fading We'll speak in monologues Well I am waiting, I am waiting I'm writing for playing on an empty hand Is trying worth nothing when chance defines an end? I'm writing for playing Is ambition all we'll ever have?