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