I must obey the rules
I must be tame and cool
No staring at the clouds
I must stay on the ground

In clusters of the mice
The smoke is in our eyes
Like babies on display
Like angels in a cage

I must be pure and true
I must contain my views
There must be something else
There must be something good

Far away
Far away from here

Far away
Far away from here

Far away
Far away from here

Far away
Far away from here
And I'll be here for good

For good