We’re not strange   We’re just sleeping   We all just drift around   We’re not trying   We are dreaming   We all blend in the crowd      Down my head turns   But in heart fire burns   Down my head it turns   In heart fire burns      We’re the army of dreamers   We’re the idle people   We’re the ones   That make no sound   Waiting in the background      Oh, life goes on without us   People come and people go   Every suburb looks the same   Street by street house by house      We’re the army of dreamers   We’re the idle people   We’re the ones that don’t count   Waiting in the background   But we are mirrors to this world   We speak, if we’re heard   But we bleed, if we’re hurt   And we seethe, if we’re burned