Fell into the dream Of the information stream The world inside The other world you hold In spite of all the grey On your color wheel today You do your best But you can't look away Running the Race Standing in Place Blue just seems to grow But you never let it show Behind your eyes A disconnected Ghost It's easy to pretend When we're living in this age Of exaggeration, pure-perfection fakes Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, You're hanging on to what's inside But if the color red, would get into my head And paint the inside of my mind... Gazing Down Below At the incandescent Glow The solitude devoid of dreams and hopes The void it calls again And you think that it's your friend But light is fading fast and it's the end Running the Race Standing in Place