were catching dreams from the everyday street life and though our hearts are of the open world our minds are far away and if you speak to the quiet man speechless our efforts way outside the city lights our minds beyond repair ah we listen but we dont forgive ah our hearts are just angelic like ah we tire where we always live ah our minds are just machine lines we re finding tydying and foresting for things that make our lives full but faithful pressure gives us anything but the right to go away and if we travel to another place well be speechless our minds are floating our bodies luminate while the angels fill the air ah we listen but we dont forgive ah our hearts are just angelic like ah we tire where we always live ah our minds are just machine lines ah we listen but we dont forgive ah our hearts are just angelic like ah we tire where we always live ah our minds are just machine lines1