| Song | Serious Dreamers |
| Artist | The Flower Kings |
| Album | The Rainmaker |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stolt | |
| Left at the roadside with this rapidly burning map | |
| like a magician with no rabbits in his hat | |
| Line up the measures to fulfill your brothers dreams | |
| across the land we pay in sweat, keepin' up the steam | |
| Now you tell me that you can't afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it's just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we're aiming high | |
| Put on your makeup, put on your dancing shoes | |
| into the wasteland we've all seen you | |
| dance away the blues | |
| No time for introversions no more time to play | |
| Serious distractions always seem to come your way | |
| Now you tell me that you can't afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it's just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we're aiming high | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood & flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. | |
| Playground Pirates gaze at the Sun | |
| far out sisters and flying Nun | |
| Poor Picasso gaze at the art | |
| Ahead of time means a Lonely heart | |
| War is over, boys are home | |
| move into the friendly zone | |
| Dream at Diners, dying slowly | |
| where hungry hearts grows cold and lonely | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood & flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. |
| zuo ci : Stolt | |
| Left at the roadside with this rapidly burning map | |
| like a magician with no rabbits in his hat | |
| Line up the measures to fulfill your brothers dreams | |
| across the land we pay in sweat, keepin' up the steam | |
| Now you tell me that you can' t afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it' s just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we' re aiming high | |
| Put on your makeup, put on your dancing shoes | |
| into the wasteland we' ve all seen you | |
| dance away the blues | |
| No time for introversions no more time to play | |
| Serious distractions always seem to come your way | |
| Now you tell me that you can' t afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it' s just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we' re aiming high | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. | |
| Playground Pirates gaze at the Sun | |
| far out sisters and flying Nun | |
| Poor Picasso gaze at the art | |
| Ahead of time means a Lonely heart | |
| War is over, boys are home | |
| move into the friendly zone | |
| Dream at Diners, dying slowly | |
| where hungry hearts grows cold and lonely | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. |
| zuò cí : Stolt | |
| Left at the roadside with this rapidly burning map | |
| like a magician with no rabbits in his hat | |
| Line up the measures to fulfill your brothers dreams | |
| across the land we pay in sweat, keepin' up the steam | |
| Now you tell me that you can' t afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it' s just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we' re aiming high | |
| Put on your makeup, put on your dancing shoes | |
| into the wasteland we' ve all seen you | |
| dance away the blues | |
| No time for introversions no more time to play | |
| Serious distractions always seem to come your way | |
| Now you tell me that you can' t afford the dreaming | |
| but I know it' s just a lie! | |
| Serious dreamers always can afford the dreaming | |
| and you know we' re aiming high | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. | |
| Playground Pirates gaze at the Sun | |
| far out sisters and flying Nun | |
| Poor Picasso gaze at the art | |
| Ahead of time means a Lonely heart | |
| War is over, boys are home | |
| move into the friendly zone | |
| Dream at Diners, dying slowly | |
| where hungry hearts grows cold and lonely | |
| From the nest we descend in a mist, | |
| all like birds on thin ice | |
| From the kingdoms of childhood we dream on | |
| and turn to the wise | |
| And the code that was written in blood flesh | |
| in an ancient time | |
| From the kingdom of heaven | |
| the ships of dreams were sent to enlighten YOU. |