People

i, i'm fighting the sense of a dream

find it strange, seeing a stranger at the light

looking like me

they're just

in a nightmare, happy on the surface

in denial, praying at the service

it's survival

taking shape in what they want most

they're just people

driving on the highway next to people

living out their lives with other people

aching for the feeling of a free fall

they're just people

i, i'm fighting the stranger in me

what's it like

to be in the back of the crowd

longing to see?

i'm just

one in a million to you

a face you'll never know

picking a point of view

it's true

they're just people

driving on the highway next to people

living out their lives with other people

aching for the feeling of a free fall

they're just people

people smile to the driver of a taxi

driving someone crying in the back seat

wishing they were all the other people

other people

people driving next to other people

living lives with other people

dreaming, aching for a free fall

it's you, it's me

people smile, driver of a taxi

someone crying in the backseat

wishing they were other people

they're just people

driving on the highway next to people

living out their lives with other people

aching for the feeling of a free fall

they're just people

people smile to the driver of a taxi

driving someone crying in the back seat

wishing they were all the other people

other people

people

people