All Dreamed Out

Say when, I'll stop twisting your arm Listen, we don't have to grand stand The world shows its love for you with money You love me, well, I just think that's funny And everybody knows That you were backstage making history a home Somewhere it's August in the evening That's where you'll find me changing seasons And everybody knows You were backstage making history a home And I can't wait to find you sleeping all dreamed out Next year the sky is still the same sky But right now, everything is sacred It never will again And you might try to save a second chance It's gone This perfect moment has just come and gone You're wrong, it's wrong