What do you do when you're all alone, telephone don't reach around to your room. slide up the latches and make some tea, what do you do when you're all alone. Been a mighty cold evening but it's warm inside you close the curtains and you shut the blinds ain't nobody watching, ain't nobody fine. there is satin on your pillow, there's a hole in mine. lamps are burning brightly as you cast their way shadows on the wall dance in yellow shades ain't nobody notice you come home today. noone watching through the keyhole as you bend and say 'i wish i didn't feel so broken wish i wasn't who i am wish i could forget these feelings wish i didn't feel quite so well' and then you smile that smirking smile roll your lips into that grin. just when noone thinks that you're watching is just when you decide to let someone in. who will you be when you're under cover a sheet or two; telephone on the floor. slide down those latches, let down those latches, open the open the open the door What do you do when you're all alone? in the other room the kettle's screaming-- outdoors the wind is screaming-- nail marks on the wall are screaming too. And you screams, they all sound familiar I've heard them in my own thoughts as well. 'i wish i didn't feel so broken wish i wasn't who i am wish i could forget these feelings wish i didn't feel quite so well.'
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…