Nothing to say and nowhere

No way to say it

We wear all of our regrets

Yet fail to display it


We lie our goodbye

Like we don't know

It's a siken scarlet simple bandaged

Tourniquet to keep the silence secret


Bending with every breeze, you're a

Tall disperate flower, you're a

Waving suicidal

Desolate hour


Pantomime

Is your tragedy

It's a thin line here between you sorrow

And your cunning


Desire, desire froze here

Just looks like love from a distance

Desire, desire froze here

Just the path of least resistance


Sooner or later time goes

Leaves you behind

You're just an ancient language

No-one can find


Pantomiming your tragedy

With the winter and the splinters

A disintegrating thing


Desire, desire froze here...