wait, shall we wait till the sands run out?
time, time will tell
that's something i'm sure about dreams
there are dreams on the screen today
gone are the screams they've taken them all away
truth is the date on the paper today
what's left to learn now fiction is all the rage
by the dim light of a candle
i see your picture it's hung on the wall
there's a strange face at the window
you're not the girl you were
you keep your heart in a velvet box
in a room within a house without a door
when i call i will find it locked
with a key you threw away forevermore
words, only thoughts that your lips have shaped
sold to the world a language that i've learned to hate
no, don't let this heart beat slow
i'll run to your house i'll kiss your door