Something's wrong, I'll say it again:
all you do is live for who you are.
is it too late, to thaw out compassion again
blue eyes never lie you always told me
...and hazel is the color of disease.
train station kills all conversation
and all you do is live for who you are
...and i feel you.
i see you walking away
and now you're bleeding, you're so misleading
you're always walking away, and always bleeding,
you're so misleading.
there's a pain beneath your eyes
with the warmth of seven lies
a pain whispering..."I'm on my own"
...and I feel you.
another day goes by and still you're insecure
if you weren't on your way, we could make something new
if only you could see the color of my eyes,
the color of your lies, a cover of disguise