What it was What it wasn't, what was true And what I see What it is not for you And in all the world There is no finer place As such the dream up here is falling I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks When it breaks the dream is over The kind of thing that makes me sing And here it goes Quite apparent but not so The time to live And pull out stitches as we go In all the world There is no finer place As such the dream up here is falling I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks And when it breaks the dream is over The kind of thing that makes me sing As such the dream up here is falling I'll keep it close until the pattern breaks And when it breaks the dream is over The kind of thing that makes me sing Yah!