Multitudes

[Verse 1]

The multitude excites, the flags are flown

By fireside, the programme starts

And I am running through this madness

And all the time, I can't relate

[Verse 2]

We sit around in rooms, we talk our fears

Asking why we should go on

God, I try to make ends meet the best I can

Playing rhythms out of time

[Bridge]

Far from the multitudes, a few will always stand

They don't fit in, they don't belong — move on, move on this way

[Verse 3]

Within disorder, I assume my role

Laugh and cry as I accept

Eternal indolence through ages

'Til restless souls begin to wake

[Interlude]

(Perfection within decades of dissatisfaction and disillusion)

[Outro]

A means to no end, a means to no end