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