How can the smallest grain of sand carve a line?
How does one rise and leave a mark in this time?
What did the ones before see?
The ones who rose before me
The ones who stood upright
And sprung out bright and shiny in this rush
Like a beehive
All that struggle
Just to be alive
And by the billions
They dream of millions
Day after day
Just to be alive
And another year goes by...
It's so easy to get caught in the stream
And in no time you find you're swept out to sea
And there you feel you're drowning
The crowd don't hear you're crying
They try to grab you back
And pull you with them deep into this rush
Like a beehive
All that struggle
Just to be alive
And by the billions
They dream of millions
Day after day
Just to be alive
Oh we're in this rush
Like a beehive
All that struggle
Just to be alive
And by the billions
They dream of millions
Day after day
Just to be alive
Like a beehive
All that struggle
Just to be alive
And by the billions
They dream of millions
Day after day
Just to be alive