Take a look around this lonely place

Where 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 magazine

Chorus :

You'll never know what I feel inside

I'll never know what you think about

Until we share what we keep in private

Until 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