Is it alright that I built a house
where no one knew me
'cause I finally felt like moving on?

And is it alright that I built a reputation
of the boy who always had his heart set
on the things he thought he'd never see,

(but he's hoping that one day he would meet)
the things he went to in his sleep.


I swear I swore that this could be the end,
but it takes more than words
just to figure out that a world we will forget

is a world un-lived.
It's over when the bomb drops,
a ticking time bomb in a world of make believe.

Is it alright if we take this hope
and show the whole world what it means?


I never thought that we'd be something
to believe in to anyone more but myself,
so I tried a bit harder

and looked for the reasons to fall
in and never out of love
with painting truths in my ambitions

light the stars and they'll be ours.
Let's make this last.


[Chorus]

A fantasy world so far away

in a light that I'm dreaming of taking over
seems much closer
than empty lies that they're alright.

Sit back and watch the dreamers see this through
one hundred times over.


[Chorus]

This could be the end

but it takes more than words
just to figure out that a world we will forget
is a world un-lived.

It's over when the bomb drops,
a ticking time bomb in a world of make believe.
Is it alright if we take this hope,

(one hundred times over)
is it alright if we take this hope
and show the whole world what it means?