A Little Nonsense

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?