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