We've got it all We're charming everyone What are we waiting for When our time has just begun Holding back the secret We get what we want We're the keepers of the rythm We're always on the run Hold on, hold on Is this what we've become? We're also well-disguised, pretending to go on Going on every day Yesterday instead Where is the weaver of the dreams that we won't tell And in the dark we lose our heads at last As soon that all could fall apart at once We sit and wait and hope for a miracle of the sun We're the keepers of the rythm We're always on the run Hold on, hold on Is this what we've become? While we realise The rivers are floating on Floating on like the days that were With yesterday ahead Who is the weaver of the dreams that we want back And in the dark we lose our heads and stand