Take a look around this lonely Where a mask is worn on every face And painted lips kiss The end of their cigaretts This world is dressed in such finess To cover the emptiness standing here in between The pages of a magazine
*You never know I feel inside me I’ll never know what you think Until we share what we keep in private Until we find what we’re lving Our more across the wall No promises no talk at all Inside the we dance alone With face made of stone