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...