These white jail walls  know everything about me  They already saw my breath  changing it's mood many times    My friends and I - 'fools' and dolts  We keep on living our own thoughts  Trying to fly within some other minds  Where resignation builds up another life    I'd like to see some other way  I'd love to cry out of joy  If only I could make them know  All the things that I'm doing    Here the 'fools' come  with that strange sense of love  Hands and feet are standing up  Sometimes we're in - sometimes we're not    How many tears - how many miles  Some of my friends are flying  One of them already found  his own highest cloud    I'd like to see some other way  I'd love to cry out of joy  If only I could make them know  All the things that I'm doing    I'd like to see some other way  I'd love to cry out of joy  If only I could make them know  All the things that I'm doing