My head is spinning to the sound of guns, Feels like the whole world's on the run, As I wander down the lonely corridors of my mind, I was born to question these times. Life, it don't break you, Time, it don't change you, The world we seek is always ours to find, We're all born to fly in solo skies, There but for the grace of God go I, Sometimes we feel like we're starring down the sun, Feels like the whole world's on the run Can you see the sun, Can you see the sun, Can you see the sun...