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