There's no reason
There's no sensible cause
No empirical explanation why
There's no mistake
There are no visible flaws
As my confidence leaves me high and dry
I demand my right to feeling wrong;
With the brittle ones
The baffled ones
The broken ones
And if it is my task in life to long
For peace of mind in vain
At least I'm not alone
It's been two months
Without rain coming down
Clear and vivid and empty was the sky.
And how I marveled at
Its immaculate blue
Didn't care 'bout the rivers running dry
As storm is rolling in and hell breaks loose
I'll be torn and terrified
But I will not complain.
When all things clear will once more get diffused
I will yield my crown in peace
And let the chaos reign...
And believe me, this darkness of yours
Isn't darker than mine
And I want you to know
That we'll fall back in line.
We'll demand our right to feeling wrong
We're the brittle ones
The baffled ones
The broken ones
And if it is our task in life to long
For peace of mind in vain
At least we're not alone
We're not alone