The other side of the platinum door
another day in quicksand
Still feel close to nowhere
I hope this is the right way
How come you see me as an enemy?
We just think in different words
I see beauty in dead flowers
I let the tide show me what`s next
But all you do is fade away
There`s no shame in being the fool
I`ve been to places you`ll never find
The empty plate that you call home
Won`t bring glimmer to future year
By myself, staring into space
You`re just bored of the silence it makes
