Take a look around this lonely place
where a mask is worn on every face
and painted lips gently kiss
the end of their cigarettes
This world is dressed in such finess
to cover all the emptiness
We`re standing here in between
the pages of a magazin
Chorus:
You`ll never know what I feel inside me
I`ll never know what you think about
Untill we share what we keep in private
Untill we find what we`re living without
Our shadows move across the wall
No promises no talk at all
Inside the crowd we dance alone
with faces made of stone
Chorus:
You`ll never know what I feel inside me
I`ll never know what you think about
Untill we share what we keep in private
Untill we find what we`re living without