[instrumental intro

[verse 1

Sideshow commentary, I don't believe what you could have been

Dreams are dreamt to be shattered

And for these censors true love is obscene

So how does he stand there with her

While I'm scratching around for the truth

I can't dream my dreams be true

But isn't that living proof?

A poker game, there's friction

For the hand I wish that I had been dealt

But dreams are just like ice cubes

And the sun's been here just long enough

To watch those dreams all melt

So lay your cards on the table

I'd steal them if I was able

[chorus

Is this what's left of love?

When dreams are all but dead

Is this how love should be?

It's all that's left of dreams un-lived

A broken memory

Of what we'll never be

Is this how love should go?

[verse 2

Talking with my hands, some say it shows emotion

So maybe I should take the stage

And rub my hands with creaming lotion

But what would that say about me?

And the choices I have to make

It's probably not quite worth the mystery

[chorus

Is this what's left of love?

When dreams are all but dead

Is this how love should be?

It's all that's left of dreams un-lived

A broken memory

Of what we'll never be

Is this how love should go?

[bridge

As the poet standing alone on the rock, waiting for the waves

The feather flutters in the wind

For that real pen I should have saved

But as I wait to be swept away

And look at time in reflection

It's just as bad, in reverse anyway

[guitar solo

[chorus

Is this what's left of love?

When dreams are all but dead

Is this how love should be?

It's all that's left of dreams un-lived

A broken memory

Of what we'll never be

Is this how love should go?

And what's still left of love

When dreams are all but dead

Is this how love should be?

It's all that's left of dreams un-lived

A broken memory

Of what we'll never be

Is this how love should go?

(Is this how love should go)