Control
Control
Were falling, were slowly falling through the clouds, pulled apart by the crowds.
It always seems like were dancing around.
No freedom, no breathing, no escape, no where to hide.
Wish there was away out some place we could hide.
Pulled apart by the crowds, disappearing in the clouds.
Running here, running there, never going anywhere.
Were falling but we never seem to hit the ground.
Lost somewhere in the clouds, pulled at by the crowds.
I wish there was some way out.
Were going, were falling, we never seem to see the light of day.
Because it’s always what the crowd has to say.
