The other side of the platinum door Another day in quicksand Still feel close to nowhere I hope this is the right way How come you see me as an enemy? We just think in different words I see beauty in dead flowers I let the tide show me what`s next But all you do is fade away There`s no shame in being the fool I've been to places you`ll never find The empty plate that you call home Won`t bring glimmer to future years By myself, staring into space You`re just bored of the silence it makes