So I wipe away the tears, that build up in your eyes. think back all those years, the years that you subside.
And you say, I can't see through this Wax Paper Maché, so frail. And I say, If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
So steady yourself now, I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will And I...
As you face another year You find it's begging you to say & as your mask begins to smear, all your edges start to fray
And you say, I can't see through this Wax Paper Maché, so frail. And I say, If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
So steady yourself now, I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will So steady yourself now, I've got my hand on your shoulder I always will I always will.
And you say, I can't see through this Wax Paper Maché, so frail. And I say, If ever you might see me, you'll have to break free, from that shell
And you say, I can't see through this Wax Paper Maché