Sorrow swallows my screams My story starts the day they said "she can't be found" the news so dark, heart stopped, I stood silent without a sound It's over, she's finished, mother lies with my father and sister too Cold-blooded, they suffered, shot down

What will it take for you to notice? I am a heart on fire, the dawn walls diffuse So don’t get close Trouble and the worth Love like a needle full of methadone Prudent but not real, left you wanting more Lipstick track marks bleeding red Like Montagues

She's thunderstorms Lying on her front Up against the wall Thunderstorms I've been feeling foolish You should try it She came and substituted The peace and quiet

Tell your friends not to think aloud Until they swallow Whisper things into my brain Your voice sounds so hollow I am not a leader of men Since I prefer to follow Do you think I could have a drink Since it's so hard to swallow So hard to swallow

Controlling my feelings far too long They make me Forcing our darkest souls to unfold And pushing us into self destruction Visions of greed you wallow Make me dream your dreams Make me scream your screams Trying to please you far too long

Does it almost feel like How am I gonna be an optimist about this? And the walls kept tumbling down In the city that we love Grey clouds roll over the hills Bringing darkness from above But if you close your eyes, Nothing changed at all? And if you close

We've got to get to the sea Dreams to drain Put them in a cage Unlock the pain And I'll be here waiting You fell asleep with the key All your walls Mean nothing to me I know you'll come back

And there's a wall standing here between us And that's all that's keeping you from freedom And I keep pushing harder And you keep getting stronger You won't break cause your afraid you'll fall There's a wall I'd run away but I can't escape The power of

Andy Warhol looks a scream Hang him on my wall Andy Warhol, Silver Screen Can't tell them apart at all Like to take a cement fix Be a standing cinema Dress my friends up just for show See them as they really are Put a peephole in my brain

When I heard that sound When the walls came down I was thinking about you When my skin grows old When my breath runs cold I'll be thinking about you It was almost love, it was almost love When I run out of air to breathe