Ghosts of a Different Dream

Friend of mine, what did you find?

The fog of a nightmare dissipating

A rolling sign better than mine

The ghosts of a different dream are waiting

A different kind of kiss

The souls of a different mist are rolling

I've been inside but missed

The ghosts of an opening fist are calling

The troops are led in tournament red

In spite of the ogre's trumpet blaring

A world of hate can't penetrate

The crest of a different shield you're wearing

A different kind of fight

Keep those telephones-a-ringing

I've been inside alright

The ghosts of a different dream are singing