Feel like you're flying higher than any plane,
Nobody knows you, and everyone knows your name,
Talk in third person, as if you're someone else,
Pockets are breaking from an overflow of wealth.
From up here where I stand, a speck of dust I see,
And though I love you all, you look like ants to me,
You look like ants to me.
Feel like you're falling; no one can understand,
Fear overtaking, like the giant in the land,
Path is obstructed - clouds you can't see through,
Vision is failing, lacking a Godly view.
From up here where I stand, a speck of dust I see,
And though I love you all, you look like ants to me,
You look like ants to me.
Flying up above it all,
Falling reminds me just how small,
Fearing the insignificance of mortal man.
And, once again...
From up here where I stand, a speck of dust I see,
And though I love you all, you look like ants to me,
From up here where I stand, a speck of dust,
And though I love you all, you look like ants to me,
You look like ants to me,
You look like ants to me.
You look like ants to me.
