Break Down Every Door

Wrapped up in a dream With music from the past Awoken by a scene Where nothing seems to last Falling to my knees I'm falling to my knees Heart ripped on my sleeve I will break down every door So tired of being ignored I'm praying you will start falling for the sound Stop following the trends And try to make amends I'm counting on you to listen to this sound Fashion ebbs and flows Tastemakers feel they know If your plastic fit and young There's no room for older guns I'm running out of time I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind So drift back to your dream With your music of the past You've no place in this scene When you sing with hand on heart I'm running out of time I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind I will break down every door So tired of being ignored I'm praying you will start falling for the sound Stop following the trends And try to make amends I'm counting on you to listen to this sound Don't hold back, it's a chart attack Don't hold back, it's a chart attack