can't stop when the music box is burning
we have been running here for years
but our coffins turning
and the walls are closing in
forever is closing in
the glass that seperates the entrance
will keep them in suspense communication;
define your finest dream to me
we will encapsulate our eyes
we'll fix the makeup so that I can't see
and we'll find denial perfectly
we'll find you looking through
they have it
they got me
they would have never found me
stare into these eyes of green and find denial perfectly
we could be asking for so much more than this