• The deepness of your eye color,
    masks the deepness of your pain.
    The light sinks into your flesh,
    Only to make it dance with danger.

    The moon, she sits there, dying to help.
    But she looks down at you, and sees what you’ve done.
    If you want her help, please stop the gun.
    If it’s too late, addiction will run.

    Chorus: Because shadows are good friends,
    And we should be glad.
    That all of our clocks align to precision
    and shadows are no longer sundials.

    And when we have no use, we will be down dragged.
    I can’t take raining piggy banks, clunking on my head
    If you want to do something, get off of your a**.
    And pull up the signs that will poise up the stag.

    Chorus

    Tears have faded to clear,
    and we are getting normal (however you define that).
    Colors rush away from light spots,
    and Love is now singing, too.

    Speakers announce what in for today.
    The weather is normal, simple, and bland.
    Shadows rage through the day light (unspotted)
    and we weave those intricate lies.

    Because in the end,
    secrets are what taught us to smile,
    Lies are the only form of happiness,
    And drug addicts teach us the most important
    Life lesson.

    Love isn’t the question, but commitment is. Anger isn’t the question, but control is.
    Hate isn’t the question, but ability is. Fear isn’t the question, but to whom is the answer.

    Chorus

    Dancing silhouettes tease us with bribes,
    For life, love, and happiness.
    But there’s also the price to pay,
    Of immortality, hunger, and addiction.

    Why is depression to blame?
    We have no self-esteem!
    We should be glad, strong, and ready.
    Rather than that coward.
    Who poses for greed and money.

    When broken glass tastes like molten sugar,
    Our love will only bring us back.
    Two minutes and the bells ring.
    With flying doves and dreaming sleeves,
    Diamonds can sing a happy song of symphony.

    Chorus

    Simply because the south is warm and the north chills.
    Every word.