I cross the street to find my dream   But it had got so tired   And as I feel past these alleyways and buildings   I see all the faces they all look straight ahead   I turn the corner for some sheleter   And the ground begins to quiver   I hold the past in this fist   I will go if you beckon me on.   And through broken glass I see a hand   It's reaching telling me to hurry   I hear a voice inside god it sounds like mine      Chorus: Don't remake me   Turning the clock   I find you are not at fault for what you did   Don't remake me   Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did.      I'm gonna pretend I'm flying because I can't   Can't see the ground from this window   When I get down You and me, we're gonna kick our feet   Kick our feet through a sea of fears.   You pulled on my arm on my legs   Tried to talk you always answered me with that wild old stare.      Chorus: Don't remake me   Turning the clock   I find you are not at fault for what you did   Don't remake me   Sometimes its hard well you are not at fault for what you did.