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
The story is old, only to those who 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
