I feel I'm trying to stay afloat in this crowd, but it's loud

I tie my hands up in the rope you've thrown out, please stick around

We could float around in the breeze

At least, that's what the most of us believe

So we lie in the wind, in the hope it blows in

Will it catch all the feathers in our wings?

Please, are you famous?

Running 'round with the scissors in your hands could be dangerous

Oh, right, you've had sight from the beginning

With rose-coloured rims that could look right through everything

I feel I'm trying to stay afloat in this crowd, but it's loud

Could look right through everything

I tie my hands up in the rope you've thrown out, please stick around

Could look right through everything

Could look right through everything