All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Bright and early for the daily races; going no where, going no where.
Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression, no expression.
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow; no tomorrow, no tomorrow.
I find it kind of funny.
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had.
I find it hard to tell you.
I find it hard to take.
When people run in circles it's a very, very...
Mad World.