Naive

A constant uphill run Better than being ever comfortably numb Wrong place and wrong time Without inhibition, I'm aiming for the highest climb Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh On the outside looking in Not sure what I'll find as I close my eyes to search within Somewhere in between myself, there's a fighter Who only needs a chance to win Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I fall in line (I fall in line) (I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling in line) I bide my time (I bide my time) (I'm biding, I'm biding, I'm biding my time) I fall in line I bide my time One by one To be called by none Three, two, one Too old to get behind Too young to yet be satisfied Too bitter to receive Always so proud, but still insecure and so naive Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh... Too old to get behind Too young to yet be satisfied Too bitter to receive Always so proud, yet so very naive A constant uphill run Wrong place, wrong time I'm aiming for the highest climb So next time When I get the chance, I'll-