You've sewn your heart shut,
They won't come, now you're gone.

Every stitch comes at a cost,
Free your mind, leave love behind.

Don't, cling to your dead dreams,
let them go if you can,
for they're tearing you apart at the seams.
(repeat)

The applause grows dim in the end,
Clasping hands in rhythmic time.

This scene always leaves me cold,
I know you, they don't have a clue.

Don't, cling to your dead dreams,
let them go if you can,
for they're tearing you apart at the seams.
(repeat)