In the echo of the city lights, a silent scream...

They say "be normal, fall in line, don't chase the fading dream"

But I hear a different rhythm, ticking underneath my skin

A call to something wilder, from a place I've never been.

But are we not...

crazy... to believe we still can fly?

When every step is calculated 'neath the same old sky,

A game we know too well, the "how", the "when", the "why".

Yet in this madness, there's a silence, known and true.

Are we not crazy... me and you?

Are we not crazy... me and you?

The child who saw a castle in a cloud that passed him by

Now only sees the weather report that's hiding in the sky.

We built these walls to feel so safe, to keep the chaos out.

Now the only sound is loneliness, and slowly growing doubt.

But what if we...

just listen... to the whisper in the wire...

And set a spark... to this tired, fading fire...

When every step is calculated 'neath the same old sky,

A game we know too well, the "how", the "when", the "why".

Yet in this madness, there's a silence, known and true.

Are we not crazy... me and you?

Are we not crazy... me and you?

Sometimes the quiet hum of wires sounds like a lullaby.

A countdown to a moment when we finally touch the sky.

And if we break... it's not a ending, but a start.

Just a beat... a different rhythm of the heart.

When every step is calculated 'neath the same old sky,

A game we know too well, the "how", the "when", the "why".

Yet in this madness, there's a silence, known and true.

Are we not crazy... me and you?

Are we not crazy... me and you?

Are we not crazy... me and you?....