Turning by the corner I'm not holding someone's hand. I know my heart is burning But I'm trying to pretend
I can't stand so pain My soul is like the paper plane under the cold rain. It looks so poor again I feel it so quite inspite of river blood You feel it so alright To taking me apart.
I can't close this door, I feel the street noise. The silence slides by the floor And covers up my voice
My fingers dance on the phone But i'm still sitting alone