Album: Cruel Town
We're not strange
We're just sleeping
We all just drift around
We're not trying
We are dreaming
We all blend in the crowd
Down my head turns
But in heart fire burns
Down my head it turns
In heart fire burns
We're the army of dreamers
We're the idle people
We're the ones
That make no sound
Waiting in the background
Oh, life goes on without us
People come and people go
Every suburb looks the same
Street by street house by house
We're the army of dreamers
We're the idle people
We're the ones that don't count
Waiting in the background
But we are mirrors to this world
We speak, if we're heard
But we bleed, if we're hurt
And we seethe, if we're burned