Ghosts Of A Different Dream Songtext / Lyric

Friend of mine, what did you find?

The fog of a nightmare dissipating

A rolling sign, better than mine

The ghosts of a different dream are waiting

A different kind of kiss

The souls of a different mist are rolling

I've been inside the mist

The ghosts of another fist are calling



The troops are led in tournament red

In spite of the ogre's trumpet blaring

A world of hate can't penetrate

The crest of a different shield you're wearing

A different kind of fight

And keep those telephones a-ringing

I've been inside all right

The ghosts of a different dream are singing