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Television of Saints [Indy Only] (Rocky Votolato) · Only Voice, Only Guitar, Only Love (Walker & Kays) · Only Dreaming (The Legendary Pink Dots) · Only Dreaming (Iris Festenstein) · Drifting and Dreaming/Dancing Room Only (Guy Lombardo) · Saints & Sinners (Rich Moore) · What Demons Do to Saints (Beneath the Sky) · When the Saints Go Marching In: Greatest Dixieland (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Forest of the Saints (Goa Gil) · Saints and Sinners (Godsmack) – and 90 other albums »


I woke up dreaming in romance languages
Tangled stories by ghost writers 
But more like screaming like my eyes in bandages
All around me your
of children in the name of christ
But where is your god now?
Outrage of children by the hands of trust
The hands of betrayal

Bastard saints filled with
sure you're only dreaming 
I'm sure we're just a part 
Of what the lucky man believes in 
I'm sure you know this song by heart 
You're only dreaming
have been the mistletoe

Our first Christmas
More than we'd be dreaming of
Oh, Saint Nicholas must have known that kiss
Would lead to all of this

It
Half the world has gone to sleep
Half the world is on its knees
Dreaming
Of somewhere else

For the snow fall
Out on Main street
Only love
in memory only headline

We have been through change, by the season of the storms
It's irony, the cleansing
Except eccentric faith, to need
afraid
Of any choice you made
When the night comes

Don't be afraid
You're only dreaming
You're only dreaming

When the night comes
The headlines
you sleep
Are you dreaming while you sleep ?

All my life I'll be haunted by
All my life just one moment in time
All my life until the day I die
Dreaming while you sleep
Memories to keep
Dreaming while you sleep

All my life you lie silently there
All my life in a world so unfair
All my life and only
with the story
As we sing of his grace and glory
Where the saints of God will be
That sounds like home to me

Oh, they say there's only joy inside,
Yeah!
Grown from a seed of hope I've never known
Been raised by the surroundings of a home so cold, so cold
If I only knew what I know

I'll shake my
And the little things you say
Won't you please come out to play
I'm only dreaming
I'm only dreaming
What good does dreaming do, when you're nowhere?
I got
the maple tree
The leaves turned red when you killed me
Startled by the saint's river
I won't reduce the complications to the warmer nights
When I did not
And the little things you say
Won't you please come out to play?
I'm only dreaming

What good does dreaming do, when you're nowhere?
I got nobody to hold on to,
the same

Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Are you dreaming while you sleep?

All my life I'll be haunted by
O brother, Wisdom is pouring into you
From the beloved saint of God.
You've only borrowed it. 
Although the house of your heart
Is lit from
know, I'm only dreaming.
But I'll just, keep dreaming on.
I will dream about the pleasures.
That we shared in days gone by.

And I'll remember
Love was the law
For sinners and saints
The dead man's hand holds
Aces & Eights

We're bound by wire, blood and fate
Hanging on to nothing

Love
on the cross to humanity save

The pervetion and evil only start after you came
Because you was only a crazy lier
False saints were with you on your insanity
be understood
But I'm just drowning
Going under
Wishing you'd say we could
But you just walk on by
I'm only dreaming
I'm only dreaming

And I
tough they only met that day they were lovers by dark
Laid out on the morning skies he puts a ring on her hand
He said listen babe we gotta take what's
runs, yeah 
Love was the law 
For sinners and saints 
The dead man's hand holds 
Aces & Eights 
We're bound by wire, blood and fate 
Hanging
Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath
As we stand by the mystical stream
In the valley and by the dark river of death
And yet 'tis no more than
The smile of disbelief
Stained signature of nightmares
They're stolen by the thief

I'm back on the borderline
Yes I'm back on the borderline

By
Sadly we sing and with tremulous breath
As we stand by the mystical stream
In the valley and by the dark river of death
And yet 'tis no more than