Is there nothing we can do for the stranger
is there nothing that the times will allow?
In a world alone he's standing by the window
in a haven gray, with dark and gnarled boughs

Is there nothing we can borrow from the lonesome?
Is there a lesson to be learned from those who cry?
In a world that seems to bow before the hammer
slamming hard upon the crosses in the sky

Many days spent in saddness
by those who've tried to change the way things are
The Silence of Surrender!
"There's no room for the restless
There is no room for changing
We're sorry but we're asked to make the Dreemurz sleep outside"

Many nights bathed in yellow light
Sane shoulders sagging beneath the watching stars
There's no room for the Dreemur?
There is no room for freedom?
A moral never reached becomes the food for those who lie

Is there something in the eyes of those who're leading
that they cannot see the coming of a new dawn?
Is there nothing we can do to stop the bleeding
soon enough before the battle carries on?

Is there anything remains considered sacred?
Is there naught above the level of desire?
Have we strength enough to break the building bridges
that give access to the reign of spreading fire?

Many minds lost in saddness
a vain attempt to change the way things are
The Silence of Surrender!
"There's no room for the restless,
there is no room for changing,
we're sorry but we're asked to make the Dreemurz sleep outside"

Many eyes shining firelight
with envy flaming bright
of those who wish on stars
There's no room for the Dreemur?
There is no room for freedom?
A moral never reached becomes the food for those...
...who lie:

(Spoken) "Lie? Are you calling me a liar? I tell you boy believe me, there's no use in following dreams. Normal people don't dream. Don't you wanna be normal boy? And another thing, you've got to quit condemning society. Why can't you write about something that we can all understand? There's no money in being different boy, there's no money in being different boy, no money in it all! Never!"

Have we time enough to gather up our senses?
Have we strength enough to fight for what we feel?
Will we run ahead to challenge what we're fearing
or shall we wait for what the future will reveal?

Is there nothing we can do for the stranger?
Is there nothing that society will allow?
Shall the gifted just remain beside the window
to cry loud to those who'd hear but don't know how?

Many hearts drowned in saddness
remorse and dissolute toward the way things are
The Silence of Surrender!
"There's no room for the restless,
there is no room for changing,
we're sorry but we're asked to make the Dreemurz sleep outside"

Many hands stored in pockets of woe
and aging silent beneath the watching stars
There's no room for the Dreemur?
There is no room for freedom?
A moral never reached is one more reason not to die

Is there nothing we can do for the stranger?
Is there nothing that the times will allow?
In a world alone she's standing by the window
In a haven gray, with dark and gnarled boughs

Is there nothing we can do for the stranger?
Have we strength enough to fight for what we feel?
Or shall we wait for what the future will reveal?