Walked through a club like I walk through a field, 

I promise there's nobody there 

I've been in the front and stood in the back, 

to try and get a glimpse at their minds 

Their heads in the clouds but their feet on the ground 

I tell you they won't fly away 

With their head in the clouds but their feet on the ground, 

I tell you they won't fly away 

Alter their styles don't undo the laces, so nothing has really been changed 

Vary the words just keep all of the phrases, so all your songs are the same 

You might change the clouds but you can't change your faces, the face is unchanged 



Growing forever old... 

Oh they're forever old... 

Growing forever old... 

Always forever old... 



Looked in their eyes but I looked into glass 

'cause I swear that there's nobody there 

I've listened to words, listened to songs, 

but can't hear just what's been played 

Their hearts follow something they don't understand, I wonder if they're here at all 

Their hearts follow one thing they can't understand, I wonder if they really care 

Emptier faces lead emptier lives 

yet even these shells have dreams 

Look in the mirror do you see their faces, or is this not what it seems 

With your head in the clouds but your feet on the ground, 

I tell you they won't fly away 



Growing forever old... 

Oh they're forever old... 

Growing forever old... 

Always forever old...