Does anyone know where they should be?
Does anyone know when they're really free
We give up, and give in, to still feel bad
Wishing for something we already had
When it seems farther, from your grasp
The future looks brighter when seen through the
past
It's so hard, it's so cold, it's so cold
Doing what's expected, what you've been told
It's so hard, keeping my cool, keeping my cool
When you don't get what you've been sold
Dreams are for sale, we all name our price
Sometimes we pay more to put them on ice
Survival we blame, has to come first
But doing without dreams is a starvation worse
It's not giving up when you decide to complain
Sometimes it's hard to understand or even explain
So we search for our mistakes, we hope to correct
To change the future into what we expect
It's so hard, it's so cold, it's so cold ...
what you've been sold