Editors - Marching Orders lyrics

I can open my mind But there's no makings of a dreamer in you In these desperate times I'm walking home Walking home to you I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame, the fire I used to write down my dreams Now they're gone when my eyes open on you Well even though you've f**ed up There's still the makings of a dreamer in you I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame I will fall with the rain I will flicker with the flame, the fire The fire These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to give more Trying to give more These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to give more Trying to give more than we take Trying to give more Trying to give more These are the marching orders These are the rules that we break These are the doubts we cling to Trying to give more Trying to give more (Trying to give more) (Trying to give more) Trying to give more Trying to give more (Trying to give more) (Trying to give more)