I was digging inside of my mind, to be a man of that kind. too much trouble making too much love to tell The great mountain stayed behind after we have climbed, claiming to be the lord of what we had been through Your lips, were harvest vine to make the scarlet wine. was poured, to feed my desire was poured, to feed my desire. Dream makers, dream makers Tell me where to find you ease the pain of a fool Dream makers, dream makers...