From the recording inkstone
Lyrics
Into the crowd
Of unfamiliar faces
The music's loud
As my mind paces
I hear the cold
Broken conversation
And my troubled soul
Starts to awaken
But I wonder why
As I laugh and cry
On the inside
On the inside
So many sounds
Not a word spoken
Are the right ones found
But in the moment stolen?
Maybe it's true
How they suck the life out of you
Like the fading light
Taken by the dark of night
Still I wonder why
As I live and die
On the inside
On the inside