Story Behind the Song
There is a real-life Amaly out there, but this has little to do with her, except maybe her confidence. I liked her name.
Lyrics
Pick up a dirty lie, but what stands to reason
Was the touch of her skin
She hadnt slept in years
But its you that she loves
And you that she smiles upon
When she dreams of far away lives
She is gone.
Amaly sits on her throne, picking all her posies departed
Amaly knows that she must go on, but for now, its better than heaven.
I was her blue sky, then I was her treason.
Like the chains on a veil,
Covered for a thousand years.
But its you that she loves
And you that she cries upon
As she dreams of far away lives
She is gone.
Amaly sits on her throne, picking all her posies departed
Amaly knows that she must go on, but for now, its better than heaven.
Oh, she stands above and laughs
I know its all just a dream, but if its all I have
Then a dreamer is what Ill be
Until then, she says
Till then, she says.
Who are we if we cannot, cannot hope?
Who are we if we cannot, cannot dream?
Who are we if we cannot, cannot hope to dream?
So for now the sails, are sewn up in their cages
But with the force of a gale, shell break for the sea
And though she is lost, a banner of home is in her mind.
As she dreams of far away lives
She is gone.
Amaly sits on her throne, picking all her posies departed
Amaly knows that she must go on, but for now, its better than heaven.
Amaly, oh . . . and her posies departed.
Amaly knows that she must go on, but for now, its better than heaven.
Oh, she stands above and laughs
I know its all just a dream, but if its all I have
Then a dreamer is what Ill be
Till then, she says
Till then, she says.
Who are we if we cannot, cannot hope?
Who are we if we cannot, cannot dream?
Who are we if we cannot, cannot hope to dream?
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