Recurring
Dream
You are in my recurring dream. Aren't
you flattered? Aren't you flattered? You are in my
recurring dream. Aren't you flattered? Aren't you flattered?
I saw your face there. I saw your face there. But
I could not remember your name.
I am in your selective memory. You remember, but not
everything. I am in your selective memory. You remember,
but not everything.
Where is
my patience? Where is my patience — or
a concrete belief in what this means?
The feeling that I recognize this place. The feeling
that I recognize this place. The feeling that my secrets
are not safe. The feeling that my secrets are not safe.
You are in my recurring dream. Aren't you flattered?
Aren't you flattered?
I saw your face there. I saw your face there. But
I could not remember your name. But I could not remember
your name.
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Thanks
a Million
You stand waiting impatiently. Eyes glaring,
arms akimbo. I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry I'm late
again.
How fast things can turn around.
Thanks a million for your patience. Thanks a million
for your time. Thanks a million for your understanding.
I never know what you're really like on the inside.
You stand waiting impatiently. Eyes glaring, arms
akimbo. I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry I'm late again.
How fast things can turn around.
Thanks a million for your patience. Thanks a million
for your time. Thanks a million for your understanding.
I never know what you're really like ... I never know
what you're really like on the inside.
How fast things can turn around.
Thanks a million for your patience. Thanks a million
for your time. Thanks a million for your understanding.
I never know what you're really like ... I never know
what you're really like ... I never know what you're
really like on the inside. On the inside. On the inside.
On the inside.
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Razor-Sharp
and Paper-Thin
Your concern is not unfounded, but there's
nothing you can do. I'm as lost as a scream in space.
And there are things about me that you will never know.
I don't think you could understand.
Razor-sharp and paper-thin is the line between us
and the secrets I've locked away. Razor-sharp and paper-thin
is the life I've split into halves as I watch it slip
away.
I am just a shadow, a ghost of who I was. My innocence
was burned away. And you may see the same face that
you have always seen, but you'll never know what's
really behind it.
Razor-sharp and paper-thin is the line between us
and the secrets I've locked away. Razor-sharp and paper-thin
is the life I've split into halves as I watch it slip
away.
Razor-sharp and paper-thin is the line between us
and the secrets I've locked away. Razor-sharp and paper-thin
is the life I've split into halves as I watch it slip
away.
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Dimension
You're lost in your own dimension,
cowering at the thought of being somewhere other
than your own space. Control issues, I would say.
So scratch your feeling, scratch your feeling. You
don't need it. You don't have to live it.
You're tripping down an endless hallway, scratching
at the walls for balance. Head is swimming round
in circles. Vertigo on solid ground.
So scratch your feeling, scratch your feeling. You
don't need it, but now you have to live it ... have
to live it ... have to live it.
So scratch your feeling, scratch your feeling. You
don't need it, but now you have to live it ... have
to live it ... have to live it.
You're lost in your own dimension.
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Fake
It
Fake it while you can. Fake it while
you can get away with it. Fake it while you can.
Fake it while you've got them on your side.
Never compromise. Never do exactly what they say.
Never sell yourself short. Not until the check is
on its way.
Fake it while you can. Fake it while you've got
them on your side. Fake it while you can. Fake it
while you can get away with it.
Never compromise. Never do exactly what they say.
Never sell yourself short. Not until the check is
on its way.
Fake it while you can. Fake it while you've still
got your face.
Never compromise. Never do exactly what they say.
Never sell yourself short. Not until the check is
on its way.
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In
the Loop
The frames are moving
through the cycle, but the image never changes
and we'll never
question why. Maybe 'cause it all looks so familiar — something
we have come to just expect. Maybe it's the impulses
inside us we just feel the need to keep in check.
And it goes on and on and on and on this way. It
goes on and on and on and on this way.
You can trust me to make the changes
and make things how they really ought to be — so perfectly
arranged. Spoken like a true friend — or maybe
like an enemy. Well, either way it's all the same — neither
one is what it seems.
And it goes on and on and on and on this way. It
goes on and on and on and on this way. This is as
far as we can take it. This is how things have always
been. But it goes on and on, and we'll never see
the end.
History is repeating itself. We're in the loop now
... forever and ever.
And we go on and on and on and on this way. We go
on and on and on and on this way. This is as far
as we can take it. This is how things have always
been. But we go on and on, and we'll never see the
end.
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Years
Your cold, cold eyes — I
feel them searching me for some truth. The darkest
days
are upon us, with biting winds that cut through.
And through the years of pushing things aside, and
the years of mounting time to bide, I watched you.
I watched you. I watched out for you.
Your long-set mind — I
feel it pressing me for some truth. The coldest
days are upon us, with
endless clouds that blow through.
And through the years of pushing things aside, and
the years of mounting time to bide, I watched you.
I watched you. I watched out for you.
Please don't look at me that way. You can make me
feel so strange. I have nothing left to say. But
listen ... my mind could change.
And through the years of pushing things aside. And
the years of mounting time to bide. All those years
of wishing for a light. I know now there was no second
sight. But I watched you. I watched you. I watched
out for you.
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The
Blame
Yes, I'm angry. I know it's obvious.
But how can you blame me when you know all that you've
done. Yes, I've thought it through. I've considered
everything. No more holding back now that the blame
has begun.
The mask you wear is cracked and soon will shatter.
The pillow beneath your head will turn to flames.
The makeup you so delicately applied will be revealing
of your infinite indecency in passing off the blame.
Yes, I'm happy. It's
about time this happened. No regrets on my end.
Is it easy for you? And I feel
justified in having held my position. Now the contract's
broken — there's so much I can do.
The mask you wear is cracked and soon will shatter.
The pillow beneath your head will turn to flames.
The makeup you so delicately applied will be revealing
of your infinite indecency in passing off the blame.
There is nothing for you to hide behind. Nothing
to keep you calm amid the anger anymore. Nothing
left but a void for your integrity. I told you so,
I told you so, yeah.
The mask you wear is cracked and soon will shatter.
The pillow beneath your head will turn to flames.
The makeup you so delicately applied will be revealing
of your infinite indecency in passing off the blame.
The mask you wear is cracked and soon will shatter.
The pillow beneath your head will turn to flames.
The makeup you so delicately applied will be revealing
of your infinite indecency in passing off the blame.
There is nothing for you to hide behind. Nothing
to keep you calm amid the anger anymore. Nothing
left but a void for your integrity. I told you so,
I told you so, yeah. I told you so, I told you so,
yeah. I told you so, I told you so, yeah.
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Under
Cover of Silence
You make me conscious
of my breathing. There's nothing else to hear in
this dead air. Break
your silence and risk your cover — and it all
starts back up again.
Do you feel anything anymore for me? Do you feel
anything anymore for me?
This is when the words begin to fail. This is when
your breath begins to fail. This is when the truth
comes crashing in. This is when we reach the bitter
end.
Do you feel anything anymore for me? Do you feel
anything anymore for me?
Do you feel anything
anymore for me? Is it gone forever? We are not
who we used to be. Now I feel
nothing — not remorse, not regret at all. Do
you feel something? 'Cause if I ever feel anything
again, it won't be for you.
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Stars
in Your Eyes
There are stars in your
eyes, but you never seem to smile. Not anymore — at
least not around me. Will you let me get some sleep?
I've
been fighting just to breathe. Close your eyes. There's
nothing left to see.
I have tried to recall
the last time that we talked and finished what
we had to say. It's a lost memory,
locked away and with no key — no beacon to
illuminate the way.
It's the end of the line. We've devoted too much
time to pretending that we're OK. There are stars
in your eyes, but you never seem to smile. Not anymore.
Not anymore.
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Long
Lost
I waited there for you. Yes, I waited
there for you for ages. I watched the days go by.
Yes, I watched the days go by for ages ... for ages.
And the season never changed. No, the season never
changed again. The air was always cold and the light
was always bleak, and you, you were long lost to
me, to me.
I traveled everywhere,
anywhere to get away from my thoughts. As the road
between us grew, I could
only think of you still back there — but not
there.
And the season never changed. No, the season never
changed again. The air was always cold and the light
was always bleak, and you, you were long lost to
me, to me.
And the season never changed. No, the season never
changed again. The air was always cold and the light
was always bleak, and you, you were long lost to
me, to me.
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Sleeper
Down
I dream in monochromatic
blips of light and scattered images. Bits of someone's
life
fragmented — maybe mine and maybe not. I see
indefinable objects of varying shape and size. It
is not wise for me to judge what they are, what they
are not.
I cannot trust my eyes. I cannot trust my mind.
I cannot trust the light that's blinding me sideways.
I dream of isolated
chambers and an absence of exit doors. There is
no movement in the air, no sign of
life but the fear in me. I dream of never-ending
corridors with panels dark and cold. But to be bold
in here would not go far — I'd still be alone.
I cannot make it through this, but I cannot awake
from this. I cannot trust my breath, whether it's
real or imagined.
I cannot puncture this, this wall of solitude. I
cannot picture this resolving itself soon.
Sleeper up, sleeper down.
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