And all the things I have done They don't seem to have felt without light And all the time I spent I walked and cried with this shadow beside me But maybe I should still fight Make any sense Something to believe in Have my purpose Every naive man is a dreamer An adventurer In whom all his journey's are illusions The true will always be stoned Show what his truth do lies Privileged is the one who See the cruelty that never dies The more you understand about the life Is harder to live it I see the light in the dark of night, and desire For filling in empty hearts But maybe I should still fight Make any sense Something to believe in Have my purpose Every naive man is a dreamer An adventurer In whom all his journey's are illusions The true will always be stoned Show what his truth do lies Privileged is the one who See the cruelty that never dies But maybe I should still fight Make any sense Something to believe in Have my purpose Every naive man is a dreamer An adventurer In whom all his journey's are illusions The true will always be stoned Show what his truth do lies Privileged is the one who See the cruelty that never dies The true will always be stoned Show what his truth do lies Privileged is the one who See the cruelty that never dies