You know they're gonna find out anyway
All you hold inside
But when the gold seems so far away, maybe we can slide it over?
When the moon scalds it's stain into our minds, painting them with lies
Our ego is underfed now we're wasting time
We better waste it before it waste's us all
Here we go, do they know where in our minds we run?
A simple trance, a steady glow of the good old days
What is is the was of what's to come
Our future's burning bright
So Amanda stares up through this fateful night
Her dreams pour through the clouds then out of sight
Here she goes
Does she know where in our minds we run
A simple trance, a steady glow of the good old days
Here we go, do they know where in our minds we run?
A simple trance, a steady glow of the good old days
The good old days