He doesn't make your knees weak
He's beautiful and bleak
He has a porcelain face
That cracks when he speaks
I go to start a conversation but I get no reply
Instead you stare like a statue as I break down and cry

(Cry, cry...)

Your face is like an eagle
But your mind's like a crow
And boy, I know you have opinions
But you don't, let them show
You're a shelf of books without the pages
A wealth of thoughts locked up in cages

(Locked up...) 

And if blood runs though your veins
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
To be composed in such a way
Just let me in

(Out, in...)
Just let me in

You write me letters in a pen with no ink
And you have your own eyes
But you don't dare to blink
You speak in words without, a sentence
You're the ghost, that haunts me without, a presence
Without a presence, without a presence

And if blood runs though your veins
Don't you suppose it's such a waste?
Oh, to be composed in such a way
Just let me in

(Out, in...) 
Just let me in
Just let me in
Just let me in
Just let me in