Dead Poet's Society...

We are dreaming of tomorrow 

and tomorrow isn't coming

We are dreaming of a glory that 

we don't really want

We are dreaming of a new day

when the new day's here already

We are running from the battle 

when it's one that must be fought.

And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling

but never really beeding

Hoping for the future when the future's only plans

Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily

Praying for a saviour when 

salvation's in our hands.

And still we sleep.

And still we sleep.

And still we pray.

And still we fear.

And still we sleep.