All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going no where, going no where
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head i want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And i find it kind of funnyI find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best i've ever hadI find it hard to tell
'cos i find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very very
mad world.
tears for fears