Marching Orders کے بول

I can't open my mind But there's the makings of a dreamer in you In these desperate times I'm walking home, walking home to you I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame, the fire I used to write down my dreams Now they're gone when my eyes open on you Well even though you've fucked up There's still the makings of a dreamer in you I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame The fire, the fire These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Tryin' give more Tryin' give more These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Tryin' give more Tryin' give more, than we take Tryin' give more Tryin' give more These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Tryin' give more Tryin' give more Tryin' give more Tryin' give more