(Springfield Silverman)

You wake up to tell me

(that you're numb inside,

that the feelings all have died)

You're praying and you're saying

(that you do believe

But I don't believe that's true)

Everything has always been there

Nothing goes away that won't come back

You're living in a house of cards

And you're blowing down the stack



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She sleeps under a rainbow

She won't dream in colour

She thinks that her soul is painted

Grey or black or white

Sleeping under a rainbow

She could dream in colour

dream in colour tonight



Glass mirror, look in (I know it's hard to see,

when the one you free is you)

Sleep walking, high talking (but the colours

aren't real and the things you feel don't last)

You sit there looking at the sunrise

Not knowing if the day has come or gone

Wondering why it turns you off

When it never turns you on



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Picking at the lock on the front door

Pulling at the shutters on the windows

But you're living in a house of shadows



Even though you're lonely you think it's you

sitting at that table set for one

You're waiting for the guest that never comes



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