i have tried   my hopes have blossomed   and my hopes have fried,   i tried to cut them all down   but i found hopes were still living deep inside,   like a team of renegade lovers   working long hours sneaking around   with a belief in the life of our love,   like a light at the end at the end   of a long tunnel; a struggle      fist up!   for all their faith in one preceding a face,   they really do believe that if   they hang on long enough   that you'll come around   and finally let it show   and all their hopes will be rewarded   for their impetus to grow,   well utopian piece would fall across the land   you'll reach over for my hand,   you'll really want to hold my hand      And i don't want to come to the point of this song,   because the point of this song   would happen to be so long.      It gets hard:   the vigilantes can't agree on who's in charge,   they gave their souls for the cause   but the love that they were after is still at large   see this faith in which they found allegiance   ripping at the seams as hope is running it's course   the rebels just cant muster the force   to walk the thin line between belief and delusion   and      fists up! for all their faith   in one preceding a face   they really did believe   that if they've hung on long enough   that you'd come around   and finally let it show   and all their hopes would be rewarded   for their impetus to grow   utopian peace would fall across the land   you'd reach over for my hand,   you would've really wanted to hold my hand      and i don't want to come to the point of this song because the point of this song would happen to be so long[long long long long long long long]      It was perfect you know   with just one little problem   the fact that it turns out   you don't really want it   my love is a fortress,   my love is a Louvre   but it cant ever thrive   if i'm forced to keep proving it.