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