Blessed are those who dream
That's what my grandmother taught me
Blessed are those who dream
That's what my grandmother taught me
If you're in this game to make money
If you're doing this to get laid
If you just aspire to be famous
Any patronage will lose patience
If you're in this game to 'get bitches'
If your motive is to get paid
You will end up living a fable
That no crowd will ever enable
Because we're born with truth
For some it never dies
They're trying to show you something
You might recognise
Who knows where these things come from
Our ancestral lines?
Don't judge them by your standards
The dreamers need to shine
The dreamers need to shine
The dreamers need to shine
The dreamers need to shine
The dreamers need to shine
It doesn't rack up many zeroes
And it doesn't ignite much change
But if I were to stop making music
Well I'd lose all sense of self again
And the world doesn't give a shit about that
But it might like my hundredth song
And we could also fail our safe bets
So we might as well take our shots
Because we're born with truth
For some it never dies
They're trying to show you something
You might recognise
Who knows where these things come from
Our ancestral lines?
Don't judge them by your standards
The dreamers need to shine
In her darkest hour she asked me
Are you real?
It hurt, but at the time I don't think I was
In her darkest hour she asked of my soul
Are you real?
Dream on, dream on
Work on your dream
You can dream on, dream on
If you work on your dream
Put me in my place, erase the past
And cast me a bit part or a star
And still I will run with others
Who make dreams
