Everyone clears from the room
But I seem to maintain posture
Is this a street sign ahead of me
Or a road to show the way?
Cause I've learned to live with failure
And it painted such a picture
That I can not speak at all
And may you find someone who compels you
And with these hands I can not repel you

This is such an amazing sight to see you again
That white picket face
Yeah, I've seen what lies you hid
I know what is kept at bay
May you find someone who compels you

How can I find what's inside you?
(Nothing will ever change)

Tonight, oh god...