I knew this would happen and I don’t want to be around when it gets out
I’ve closed the last picture and painted the window inside and out
Give me your dreams and I’ll give you my time,
Together we’ll cross the borderline.
Voices - cracking the night
Voices - that cut like a knife.
Voices - hear them singing (Oh oh Oh oh )
From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end
Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men
Give me your dreams and I’ll give you my time
Until we make it to the borderline.
Give me your dreams and I’ll give you my time,
Together we’ll cross the borderline.