All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
"Mad World"
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
"Mad World"
It’s always in the smile that greets you
When the morning sun it wakes you
In the beauty of her bright blue eyes
Like beauty of the Northern skies
Wolfstone, “Heart and soul”
And it’s up in the morning, and after the evening The wordless goodbye and the silently leaving You turned on your side, and the dream in the bed Was a far distant cry from the one in your head.
– The Prodigals – The morning after