All my hopes
And all of my dreams
Everything falling inbetween
Seems to me that memories (they)
Mean more to you then they do to me.
Through the sky (And I see everything)
And into your eyes. (Falling inbetween)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm okay with faking this.
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.

If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet,
I might love you, But never show it.

You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I'll be back, but not in time for...

If all we speak is rational thought
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness.
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(Now the lesson ends)
(My) Eyes are black, my throat is full of sickness
(Not for good)

Words I write are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door.
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind me of the ones before.

All my hopes,
And all of my dreams.
Everything falling inbetween.
Seems to me that the memories (they)
Mean more to you then they do to me.
Through the sky (And I see everything)
And into your eyes. (Falling inbetween)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm okay with faking this.
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.

Words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door,
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Reminds me of the ones before.

My lips are cold.
The truth is told.