The Dreamers

A few years ago, my sister told me that when she was young she used to think that Paradise was a real place, and that she was really disappointed when she found out that it wasn't. It was probably the saddest thing I had ever heard. So I wrote a song. The dreamers are my sister and I.

The Dreamers

do you remember the dirt road we once lived on?
back when you were five, and i was six or seven?
things were so much better in our childish innocence
the sister i would adore

you said you thought there was a real placed called paradise
and that you were disappointed when you found out otherwise
don't listen to them megan, they're all full of lies
there has to be a place for

you and i
to run away
yes, you and i
will run away
just run away

so i looked at all the maps and i checked the atlas
i read so many books and still can't find an answer
so i'll keep searching 'till i fulfill my promise
we'll live in paradise

there has to be a place we can escape our birthright
where life imitates art and art mocks our real lives
i hate to bear bad news but our lives are not quite paradise
but only not for now

screw the things that screwed our lives and just pretend
they never really happened and we'll be fine, my sister
i promised you so lets run away, just run away so fast that

you and i
will fly away
yes, you and i
will fly away
just fly with me

so i looked at all the maps and i checked the atlas
i read so many books and still can't find an answer
so i'll keep searching 'till i fulfill my promise
a town that's paradise
a life that's paradise

we're the dreamers