Anytime I'm walking down
The streets in any cheerless town
The faces tell me all their stories
Of broken dreams and many worries
Hanging shoulders everywhere
Smell of regret wafts in the air
Hey guys! Please start working on your dreams
When I look around it seems that
Everybody's got those golden suit problems
Stuck in old habits and dealing with goblins
They hold us down, convey security
But all our longings stay hidden in obscurity
Remote-controlled, emotionless
The faces show me it's a mess
The caravan follows the call
I know that they're about to fall
Dark eyes around me here
Guys, you have to disappear
Come on, please start working on your dreams
When I look around it still seems that
Everybody's got those golden suit problems
Stuck in old habits and dealing with goblins
They hold us down, convey security
But all our longings stay hidden in obscurity
Nine to five, twenty-four seven
This sounds silly, not like heaven
Golden suit show them the change
Don't hold on but rearrange
Everybody's got those golden suit problems
Stuck in old habits and dealing with goblins
They hold us down, convey security
But all our longings stay hidden in obscurity