Off in a world of our own Where the discordant tone Our sleepy town of denial
Where all of the tears people cry Off on our way to the stars
Knowing all of the tears people cry
We could lose a lot of sleep if we weren't so numb To the steady stream of those who struggle in the night
Through the tunnel at the end of the light God must have gone fishing now With all that Hell's dishing out
(Don't expect a reply though) All of the tears people cry Do they fall on deaf ears? Do you just turn a blind eye?