Take a look around this lonely place Where a is worn on every face And painted lips gently kiss The end of their This world is dressed in such finess cover all the emptiness We’re standing here in between pages of a magazine
*You never what I feel inside me I’ll never know what you about Until we share what we keep in private Until we find we’re lving without shadows more across the wall No promises no talk at all Inside the crowd we dance alone With made of stone