Birds in the Cage

Stranger than madness The exile of night The slow steady turning Of that lonely flight I gotta get up face the morning Sweet daylight again Surrender to knowing My faded to pretend Could it be, could it be, could it be That we are always somewhat close to breaking? Could it be, could it be, could it be That we're the birds in the cage, just masquerading? Oh, nobody knows the way that I've been hurting Could it be, could it be, could it be That we are sitting up against the same rose? And that is crazy no more, ohh-ohh, ohh-oh-oh A stranger to silence The air as it rests Slow rise and falling On my beating chest Everything now turns to a bad thing And who's gonna know The way I taught you As I let you go? (Go, go, go...) As I let you go (go, go, go...) Could it be, could it be, could it be That we are always somewhat close to breaking? (Breaking, breaking, breaking) Could it be, could it be, could it be That we're the birds in the cage, just masquerading? (Rading, rading, rading, rading) Oh, nobody knows the way that I've been hurting Could it be, could it be, could it be That we are sitting up against the same rose? And that is crazy no more, ohh-ohh, ohh-oh-oh