How rich is your surface

How much do you care

Does your blue heart turn away

How deep is that stare

Time hints that it's on your side

Don't think it's there

What's past could be a teaser line

Between mind and air



Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does your blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof



I never seem to get the drift

When I hear some crowd talk

It isn't only their chat-chat-chatter

Or the one line track of thought

Isolation lies like dread

Outcast fears

In which they are so so locked

Reduced to tears



Reduced to



Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof



Interviewed your dreams

Walked on thin air

No time to wonder now

As I break through their stare

Would they understand

If I were to show

That their answers burned to ground

So I turned to go



So I turned to



Was it a lie

Was it the truth

Does your blue heart turn away

As you hit the roof