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