everyone looks the same on your way to work 
 nobody knows what's happening on your mind 
 you feel a little guilty for what they haven't seen 
 you're trying to hide it with gazing round 
 
 and finally we can catch at your desk in a coma as we'll never get you back 
 
 you have got too many innocents involed 
 you're crazy with this wild dance 
 you're a little curious for what would happy 
 if you put them all to real 
 
 and finally we can catch at your desk in a coma as we'll never get you back 
 
 it's a nice dream 
 it's your nice dream