Mad World

Недавно наткнулась на стариную песню написанную еще в 1982 году.   Песня сама по себе очень примитивная, незатейлевая.  Слова, собранные вместе, оставляют впечатления калейдоскопа, где обрывки разных картинок собранные в кучу.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, Worn out faces
Bright and early for the 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 kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
These dreams in which I'm dying, Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad World, Mad World

Verse 2
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And they feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous 
No one knew me, No one knew me
Hello teacher tell me whats my lesson
Look right through me, Look right through me