People like us have our eyes on the stars

And we keep informed via tv guide

And we entertain in a house of cards

But the trouble remains

In our sleeping hearts



Wake up! get out,

Get out of this house of cards

Why are we sleeping?



Wake up! get out,

Get out of this house of cards

Why are we dreaming?



Why are we blinded,

Always the little guys?

Why do we find ourselves

Always compromised?



People like us have lives made of dust

And we know too little,

But we know too much

And our puzzled lives have come all apart

So we go back to bed

With our sleeping hearts

And we stay asleep

In a house of cards