Lyrics
You could raise the dead
With those terribly troublesome eyes
Maybe you'll always be bad
Maybe you'll always be the same
Are you alone, locked inside
That prison in your head?
You walk through the crowd
Lost in the sound
Invisible to every passing eye
This waking life is not what it seems to be
No time to talk, no air to breathe
Reminisce the scent of a single flower
What butchers cleave, the wolves devour
But if you consume it you will surely die
When you're buried with your tenderness
You'll drag it to your solitary grave
Are you alone, locked inside
The prison of your mind?
You walk through the crowd
Lost in the sound
Invisible to every passing eye
Invisible to every passing eye
AIDAN EDWARD O'BRIEN, ALEC JOSEPH KAHNEY, AMOS PREM WILLIAMS, DANIEL MARK TOMPKINS, JAMES ROBERT POSTONES, JAMES ROBERT DENIS MONTEITH
Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
