[Storyteller.]

Let's paint the picture of the perfect place;
they've got it better then when anyone's told you.
They'll be the King of Hearts, and you're the Queen of Spades.
Then we'll fight for you like we were your soldiers.

I know we've got it good, but they've got it made,
and the grass is getting greener each day.
I know things are looking up, but soon they'll take us down
before anybody's knowing our name...

Do you think I'm special?
Do you think I'm nice?
Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?
Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like,
are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?
It can't be possible that rain can fall
only when it's over our heads.
The sun is shining every day, but it's far away
over the world that's dead...

It don't matter what you see; I know I could never be
someone that'll look like you.
It don't matter what you say, I know I could never fake
someone that could sound like you...