Editors - Marching Orders

I can't open my mind

But there's the makings of a dreamer in you

In these desperate times

I'm walking home, walking home to you

I will fall with the rain

I will flicker with the flame, the fire

I used to write down my dreams

Now they're gone when my eyes open on you

Well, even though you fucked up

There's still the makings of a dreamer in you

I will fall with the rain

I will flicker with the flame

I will fall with the rain

I will flicker with the flame, the fire, fire

These are the marching orders

These are the rules that we break

These are the doubts we cling to

Trying to give more, trying to give more

These are the marching orders

These are the rules that we break

These are the doubts we cling to

Trying to give more, trying to give more than we take

Trying to give more, trying to give more

These are the marching orders

These are the rules that we break

These are the doubts we cling to

Trying to give more, trying to give more

(Trying to give more, trying to give more)

Trying to give more

Trying to give more

(Trying to give more, trying to give more)

(Trying to give more, trying to give more)

(Trying to give more, trying to give more)