Where the World Goes Crazy
It would be perfect
if we were made of fire,
made of ice, made of stone.
We can dream about life,
we can dream about laughter,
we can dream about love.
I wish I could believe
in a little bit of heaven,
but we take one train
to where the world goes crazy.
At the end of a restless night
the sun comes up and time moves on.
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