A Little Nonsense - Echolyn

We, we move ahead so slowly

But we, we’ve got no strings attached

And we, we move around the cliche

They say our ears are locked and latched

There are no lines to stay within

If you’ve got an honest imagination

To color more than the given

To see the life in the grain

To feel all of the texture

To make it come alive

«We are the music makers

And we are the dreamers of dreams»

«A little nonsense now and then

Is relished by the wisest men»

We, we tie ourselves in big knots

But we, we learn to take them out

And we, we fight with drunken conviction

We play to win without a doubt

Where are the movers and shakers?

And where are the men of a thousand dreams?