Dreamers On Trial

Desert plains are always waiting

beyond your wasted doors

There's a place for all our yearning

but no one dare to go

Through the eye of the storm

where the cold winds blow the sails

Like an eternal caravan of broken souls

we're damned to roam the dark

It's a fight for the criminals of the night

on the desolate road of time

Always heading for those golden eyes

It's the prize for the criminals of the night

in the lottery of their lives

But they'll never find those golden eyes

Painted smiles on hollow mirrors

betray your empty mind

Innocence's a grand illusion

A vision for the blind

Through the fire we go

on the oceans of decay

Like an eternal caravan of broken souls

we're damned to roam the dark

The jury's gone blind

to dreamers on trial

There is a line in the court of dreams

where those who wait for eternity

can only hope to be guilty to die

The jury's gone blind

The jury's gone blind

to dreamers on trial