The compromising hand
Holds the things you thought so grand
In decomposing land
Falls the things you held so close to your heart
Waiting
Waiting
For things you'll never find
Things you never find
You stroll across the sand
Oh, the waves go through your hand
You roll around the sand
And the waves unfold your mad, clenching hand
You hold inside
You'd rather die
You hold inside
You'd rather die
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
The voice beyond the door
Finds a way into your room
The voice behind the wall
Wants to find a way into your empty room
You hold inside
You'd rather die
Oh, oh
Oh, oh