Songwriter: Roland Orzabal
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
Worn out places, worn out faces
Look right through me, look right through me
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
Mad world
No expression, no expression
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
Bright and early for the daily races
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
Mad world, mad world, enlarging your world
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
Went to school and I was very nervous
Sit and listen, sit and listen
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
Their tears are filling up their glasses
Hello teacher tell me, what's my lesson?
Happy birthday, happy birthday
All around me are familiar faces
Children waiting for the day they feel good
No one knew me, no one knew me
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
Mad world, mad world
When people run in circles its a very, very
And I feel the way that every child should
When people run in circles its a very, very
Publisher: ROLAND ORZABAL LIMITED
Going nowhere, going nowhere