a short site about The Divine Comedy

French version

Mastermind

Original version (5:22)

Every pupil in the classroom
Will answer the same if you ask them.
Every mouth shout the message out as one.
Every girl weeps like the willow.
Every boy cries into his pillow.
Every tear disappears in the morning sun.

You don’t need an indie song
To figure out what’s going on.

Tell me that I’m normal
And tell me that I’m sane
And tell me that you feel this too.
All the dreams that we have had
Are gonna prove that we’re not mad
To you.

Every nose is a vacuum cleaner
In the loved-up London arena.
Every eye flies a dollar sign for me.
Every tongue will wag if you want it.
Every lung has a shadow on it.
Every heart comes apart at the seams.

You don’t need a mastermind
To read between the long white lines.

Tell me that I’m normal
And tell me that I’m sane
And tell me that you feel this too.
All the dreams that we have had
Are gonna prove that we’re not mad
To you.

Well, we all need reassurance
As we play life’s game of endurance,
Like a nice cup of tea or a cigarette.
But don’t lean too long on your crutches
Or you’ll fall straight into the clutches
Of those who see free expression as a threat.

You don’t need a law degree
To set your mind and spirit free.

So tell me, what the hell is normal?
And who the hell is sane?
And why the hell care anyway?
All the dreams that we have had
Are gonna prove that we’re all mad
And that’s OK.