Last night before my pillow gave way to my head, it said "Drink my wine, smoke my cigarettes and talk to the dead" It said: "The window's wide open get up I'll make your eyes red The matchmakers making a match To burn down your bed"
Silhouettes are the things I know And the things not known yet, not yet In time you'll see what's not known No not to me yet
It said, "The window's wide open get up I'll make your eyes red The matchmakers making a match To burn down your bed"
All this time it's been killing me If I walk through that door I'll never return Cuz' you speak and your words are like fire; Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me Freely but now stripped away And I'm pale as a ghost And I'm whiter than snow Cuz' inside I'm so hollow, hollow
Don't bring back all those things all those memories those ways It's okay
I'll forget I'll live on day by day
It was a waste All those tears that fell far from my face, my face I wanna be free, from my thoughts And free from this place, this place
The windows wide open I'll walk away It's a disgrace But you're content with your actions and this lie So why do I try?
All this time it's been killing me If I walk through that door I'll never return Cuz' you speak and your words are like fire; Your eyes are still filled with admiration that was once shown to me Freely but now stripped away And I'm pale as a ghost And I'm whiter than snow Cuz' inside I'm so hollow, hollow
Don't bring back all those things All those memories those ways It's okay