Can you feel the beat,
of a thousand marching feet?
Searching for passion in a lifeless, dead-end street.
They re breaking down the wall,
They re knocking at the door.
Searching for a soul that gives them more.


When the music dies,
the apparitions of melody will rise.
All that s said and done,
will haunt us one by one,
the spirit of the heart will carry on.


Are you listening, to the voices as they scream.
Calling to the masses with the drone of sleepless dreams.
They re coming to your house.
They re crawling up the stairs.
Searching for a saint who really cares.

It s just below the skin, that it starts sinking in.


When the music dies,
the apparitions of melody will rise.
All that s said and done,
will haunt us one by one,
the spirit of the heart will carry on.