There was something in the tone Where fear learns to hide A voice on the phone And ridiculous pride The dimming of the blue And the error of my ways Live inside my head In ridiculous displays I smile in the photograph With everybody else And what you remember Is never what you tell If I am not to question And you are not to blame I will not accept this fate From any other name I'll hide my face when the riots start I'm not like you and I was trying way to hard Silence from the rafters to the floor I never wanted more Than what I could give I'll save a prayer for aftermath Though it isn't yet at hand And I'm struggling with paragraphs That I don't yet understand I create a catalogue Of days I would repeat I could tell you while you're on the phone But your voice is growing weak Just another week ... I'll hide my face when the riots start I'm not like you and I was trying way to hard Silence from the rafters to the floor I never wanted more Than what I could give I'll hide my face when I feel it start All too capable of going way to far First in line, and first on the floor I pray for a way to explain What I could give ...