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