Alone at last
together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open
devoted to perfection through silence
What am I supposed to do
Should I sit wait for you
Listen to me screaming more
This story is old
only to those that have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold
But what are we buying
Nothing but silence
What am I supposed to do
Should I sit wait for you
Listen to me screaming more
Fold the corners,break the silence
fold the corners just for tonight
What am I supposed to do
Should I sit wait for you
Listen to me screaming more