We're not strangenWe're just sleepingnWe all just drift aroundnWe're not tryingnWe are dreamingnWe all blend in the crowdnnDown my head turnsnBut in heart, fire burnsnDown my head it turnsnIn heart, fire burnsnnWe're the army of dreamersnWe're the idle peoplenWe're the onesnThat make no soundnWaiting in the backgroundnnOh, life goes on without usnPeople come and people gonEvery suburb looks the samenStreet by street house by housennDown my head turnsnBut in heart, fire burnsnDown my head it turnsnIn heart, fire burnsnnWe're the army of dreamersnWe're the idle peoplenWe're the ones that don't countnWaiting in the backgroundnBut we are mirrors to this worldnWe speak, if we're heardnBut we bleed, if we're hurtnAnd we seethe, if we're burned (x2)nn