Denied, a life in retreat, living on your knees.
It's alright, you're still light on your feet, but you can't run from me.
Another silent hour, another golden mile, another empty heart, another bitter smile.
There's no fight, there's no crushing defeat.
It's a lie, run free.
But those lies they're precious to me, come along or leave me be.
For a silent hour, for a golden mile.
There's bliss in this mess, there's madness all around, for a silent hour, for a golden mile.
Say the words, break the spell.
Say the words in your mind, before you shout out loud.