Lyrics

You walk the exhibit For everything you say you're not You can plot Your'e plans aren't stopping any cracks You can tense To the weather forecast Rows around my head just like a pack Circling the dead And it is your world And I'm just living in I never let it slip Another empty tear Shakes around A common ground We fall to end We hear the sound (pre- chorus) This thing of ours This thing we have Thing of ours Its all that's left, a silhouette X2