Mad World - Michael Andrews

Michael Andrews - Mad World All around me are familiar faces Worn out places - worn out faces Bright and early for their daily races Going nowhere - going nowhere And their tears are filling up their glasses No expression - no expression Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow No tomorrow - no tomorrow And I find it kind of funny I find it kind of sad The 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 it’s a