I try so hard not to fail
My wheels unbalance on the tracks I get derailed
All those hearts and souls I hold
I'm way too young to feel this old

I see their faces when I try to go to sleep
I recognize their voices in the crowded streets
Shapes of dreams like silhouettes on the city skyline
I see them play

At the end of the pier the waves hit the bay
The seagulls cry but everything else is far away
All those hearts and souls I hold
I'm way too young to feel this old

I see their faces when I try to go to sleep
I rеcognize their voices in thе crowded streets
I see their faces when I try to go to sleep
I recognize their voices in the crowded streets
Shapes of dreams like silhouettes on the city skyline
I see them play
I see them play

Shapes of dreams like silhouettes on the city skyline
I see them play