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