It's a schoolyard, in the flush of youth
Singing songs about forever, knowing nothing of the truth
Isolation from the ravages of time
If only for a moment, we're immortal and sublime
It's a fanfare, as we take to the air tonight
But as time stares it betrays and impairs the sight
Dreams are what we're born with...
As the clock chimes on a english tow
It's 9:00 am and springtime, with the blossom all around
It's a dreamlike suburbia that frowns
To the fragile and the friendless, it's the emperor's new gown
It's a lion's lair: To the souls who prepare to die
It's a nightmare, on the face of despair tonight
Pieces that we're torn in...
As the breeze cools on the L.A beat
2:00 am is falling, from the clubs onto the streets
And the cold air cuts deep as any knife
The incision in the silence brings another world to life
It's a mind-game, when the pressures we crave arrive
But the lies fade, the celebrity fame device
Made in California
There's a madness to the rush hour street
In Tokyo, it's 6:00 pm, for the bullet train elite
For a time there the city comes alive
Never stopping for a moment, the unstoppable design
While in Times Square they can sleep unaware tonight
Synchronised there, and all over this world of light
Passing in a heartbeat
Baby, somewhere in the world outside
Where the tired eyes are sleeping
And the shadows yearn for light
Where the kings lie with the ragged human tide
Knowin' everyone is equal
For our lives are synchronised...