Roland Orzabal - năm: 1982
Mad world
Verse 1:. All around me are familiar faces. Worn out places worn out faces. Bright and early for their daily races. Going nowhere going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses. No expression no expression. Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow. No tomorrow no tomorrow. Chorus. And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad. The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had. I find it hard to tell you,...