[Storyteller.]

Suffering from something
we're not sure of in a world
there is no cure for.
These lives we live
test negative for happiness.
Flat line, no pulse, but eyes open.
Single file like soldiers on a mission.
If there's no war outside our heads
why are we losing?

I don't ask for much;
truth be told I'd settle
for a life less frightening,
a life less frightening.

I don't ask for much;
truth be told I'd settle
for a life less frightening,
a life less frightening.

Hang me out to dry;
I'm soaking
with the sins of knowing
what's gone wrong
but doing nothing.
I still run.
Time again I have
found myself stuttering,
foundations pulled out from under me.
This breath is wasted on them all.
Will someone answer me?
...

Is there a God tonight
up in the sky,
or is it empty just like me?
A place where we can hide
out from the night,
where you are all I see.
(Where you are all I see.)
So blow a kiss goodbye
then close your eyes.
Tell me what you see.
(Tell me what you see.)
A lifetime spent inside
this dream of mine
where you are all I see.