I've been lying to myself in my tired mind You got me Second guessing the cracks on the floor in the night You got me Passing out in your arms twelve years too late And now we Holding onto a memory to snuff the flame I'm still wide awake Wide awake Twelve years too late I've been crossing the same old forbidden line You got me Second guessing my heart my soul my mind You got me Passing out in your arms twelve years too late You got me open eyed I'm wide awake Wide awake You're the back stage Mona Lisa You're the perfect work of art I know And the moment's gone to reach you I know But I still love the spark gone cold To the back stage Mona Lisa I know You're the perfect work of art I know