running out of room

They're selling dreams In magazines And on tv screens Lids sealed tight yet Convictions seep Through cracks in vases As we sleep We're running out of room dear Won't make it through they say We're fighting stormy weather With weapons made of clay We're looking for some hope now Having lost all will to stay Let's throw our promises in boats and Watch them sail away Like molten rock Bottled up We're waiting to erupt And be free We're running out of room dear Won't make it through they say We're fighting stormy weather With weapons made of clay We're looking for some hope now Having lost all will to stay Let's throw our promises in boats and Watch them sail away