We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn't coming We are dreaming of a glory that we don't really want We are dreaming of a new day when the new day's here already We are running from the battle when it's one that must be fought.

And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling but never really heeding Hoping for the future when the future's only plans Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily Praying for a savoir when salvation's in our hands.

And still we sleep.

And still we sleep And still we pray And still we fear

And still we sleep. - dead poets society