You dance like fire,
Freedom dangles on a string in front of you
Wrapped up in tenterhooks,
Pacing up and down on glass ceilings

Put on parade..
Put on parade..

Somehow..
Silhouettes have got to be left behind now
Something's will never change..

Ignore, the ignorance
Ideas to ideals, you carry it behind your eyes
Until you cross that line
You're still pacing up and down on glass ceilings..

Put on parade..
Put on parade..

Somehow..
Silhouettes have got to be left behind now
Something's will never change..