If I had the key to the rhythm, then I'd set it straight.
If I had fire to burn down my routine.
If I had mine and kept it all inside, then I'd need more.
If I could pave those ways by intend.
If I could be the focus of the cameras eye.
If I could leave you crippled and torn, then I'd need 
more.
If I could take a breath for both of us.
And call this communication, the answer will unfold.
We are a world inside a shell that's falling apart, oh I 
need more.
If we shared the best.
If you were the best.
If I had the best.
More.
The ME, that wasn't you, we shared the same things for a 
while.
Do you believe in our freedom of speech, do you believe 
in our freedom of whatever.
The lucky hand that nourishes itself. The increasing 
power of the meaningless.
Conditioned to the bone.
Behind the wheel of selfishness. Mine and mine and mine.
Notes about infinity. Mascara dreams and lipstick lies.
Give me your body and I show you what your soul looks 
like.
Do we know what it's like to be locked in a hole?
Did we ever know what it's like to be?
Shadows on your blue eyes – shivering in daylight.