Текст:
The sense of fear on which you feed
When the people canжЉ° believe
The things they read
WeжЉіe been brought up to feel left out
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange
With tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close
YouжЉ®e here alone inside this crowd
YouжЉіe faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns
ThereжЉЇ nothing left to hide the burns
IжЉіe waited
IжЉіe written on promises and dreams
A thousand times
Still relegated to these lines
Like water untainted the sad
Quixotic trail IжЉіe left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home
When the people canжЉ° believe
The things they read
WeжЉіe been brought up to feel left out
Eclipsed by the shadows of our doubt
The pieces rise and rearrange
And all the smiling faces seem so strange
With tacit symmetry and prose
I feel the doors behind me close
YouжЉ®e here alone inside this crowd
YouжЉіe faced the world and made us proud
But when the bitterness returns
ThereжЉЇ nothing left to hide the burns
IжЉіe waited
IжЉіe written on promises and dreams
A thousand times
Still relegated to these lines
Like water untainted the sad
Quixotic trail IжЉіe left behind
Somehow it echoes in my mind
And it almost feels like coming home
