Tell me what you're wishing for. Do it for the sake of love. For the sake of tradition As the music gets louder threatening voices become part of us. We have realistic expectations. We have dishonored logic. Now I have a reason to stay alive. Speak to me of all the things you've seen. Because no one else will. And I will follow you. While our shadows get up and walk away ancient gold coins remind me of each other. Our love will change the world.