Nothing to say and nowhere No way to say it We wear all of our regrets Yet fail to display it We lie our goodbye Like we don't know It's a sicken scarlet simple bandaged Tourniquet to keep the silence secret Bending with every breeze, you're a Tall disperate flower, you're a Waving suicidal Desolate hour Pantomime Is your tragedy It's a thin line here between you sorrow And your cunning Desire, desire froze here Just looks like love from a distance Desire, desire froze here Just the path of least resistance Sooner or later time goes Leaves you behind You're just an ancient language No-one can find Pantomiming your tragedy With the winter and the splinters A disintegrating thing Desire, desire froze here...