Standing on the corners of walls of these borders,
We're tempted to tell you what you should have known.
And I think to myself, what if time didn't help?
What if all of these faces are part of the scene?
And I think to myself, is there anything else?
Anything left that can save me?
When all you want is a beautiful life.
The waiting is just beginning, getting under your skin.
When all you want is a beautiful life.
The papers don't cover this, you pray to wake from it.
Whisper it screaming, still you couldn't hear him.
'Cause half of these voices are inside your head.