Dusty Dreams(dasuteidorimusu) The Josephs

- Lyricist:
Julia Fujimaru(juriafujimaru)
- Composer:
Naoaki Tsuda・Julia Fujimaru(naoakitsudajuriafujimaru)
- Release Date:03-14-2018
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He marched right in in those pretty pink shoes
Took to the stage like a swan to the snow
Tchaikovsky his muse with Misha in his soul
Well , that was then and this is now
Stuck em in the attic for cleats and a ball
Cause thats what they said a boys gotta do
Now hes just a pawn in a pinstripe army
Cause dusty were the dreams thatd never come
He never looked back just to carry on
One day he found em in a dusty corner
His pink - shoed dreams
She was one of those classic big fish ,
From a small town with big dreams too
Everyone knew her but no one knew how
When and if shed ever be tamed
Well , that was then and this is now
She grew and grew but never out of town
Now she feels small in her fancy fishbowl
Cause dusty were the dreams thatd never come
She never looked back just to carry on
One day she found em on a dusty shelf
Her big fish dreams
Were all just tryina carry on
Holding on to our dusty dreams
Oh , they felt old and weary
But oh , they dusted them off
And were dreamers again
Were all just tryina carry on
Holding on to our dusty dreams .
Took to the stage like a swan to the snow
Tchaikovsky his muse with Misha in his soul
Well , that was then and this is now
Stuck em in the attic for cleats and a ball
Cause thats what they said a boys gotta do
Now hes just a pawn in a pinstripe army
Cause dusty were the dreams thatd never come
He never looked back just to carry on
One day he found em in a dusty corner
His pink - shoed dreams
She was one of those classic big fish ,
From a small town with big dreams too
Everyone knew her but no one knew how
When and if shed ever be tamed
Well , that was then and this is now
She grew and grew but never out of town
Now she feels small in her fancy fishbowl
Cause dusty were the dreams thatd never come
She never looked back just to carry on
One day she found em on a dusty shelf
Her big fish dreams
Were all just tryina carry on
Holding on to our dusty dreams
Oh , they felt old and weary
But oh , they dusted them off
And were dreamers again
Were all just tryina carry on
Holding on to our dusty dreams .