Like an out of tune unfinished symphony
It all reflects a kind of built in tragedy
And only in my dreams I hear the kind of melody
That portrays the kind of man I'd like to be
In my dreams the violins begin to play
And create a world of wonderment again
But oddly as it seems I guess it's just a worn out dream
A bag of broken hearted hopes run free
Broken hopes and worn out dreams are all I know
Sorrow emanating from my soul
Dreams of love that never was and things not meant to be
They're only broken hopes and worn out dreams
It's kinda like a Cello with a broken string
With the Violins still trying hard to ring
But the Choirs singing out of key and trying to find the theme
Of the melody that's playing in my dreams
Broken hopes and worn out dreams are all I know
Sorrow emanating from my soul
Dreams of love that never was and things not meant to be
They're only broken hopes and worn out dreams
Yes broken hopes and worn out dreams are all I know
Sorrow emanating from my soul
Dreams of love that never was and things not meant to be
They're only broken hopes and worn out dreams
Yes they're only broken hopes and worn out dreams