Every pupil in the classroom will answer the same if you ask them    Every mouth shout the message out as one    Every girl weeps like the willow, every boy cries into his pillow    Every tear disappears in the morning sun    You don't need an indie song to figure out what's going on       Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane   Tell me that you feel this too    All the dreams that we have had are gonna    prove that we're not mad to you       Every nose is a vacuum cleaner in the loved-up London arena   Every eye flies a dollar sign for me    Every tongue will wag if you want it, every lung has a shadow on it    Every heart comes apart at the seams    You don't need a mastermind to read between the long white lines   Tell me that I'm normal, tell me that I'm sane    Tell me that you feel this too    All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove    that we're not mad to you      Well we all need reassurance as we play life's game of endurance    Like a nice cup of tea or a cigarette   But don't lean too long on your crutches or    you'll fall straight into the clutches    Of those who see free expression as a threat    You don't need a law degree to set your mind and spirit free   So tell me what the hell is normal and who the hell is sane?    And why the hell care anyway?    All the dreams that we have had are gonna prove that    we're all mad and that's OK