She lives, in a house
Painted different shades of gray...

Clawing through the lace
Of ancient memories...

You hold me close, to throw me away,
Pick me up again, tell me everything's okay...

Brilliance in a shard of glass
Looking through, I see the last...

nobody's gonna listen
when you're never right...

I don't know what to say to you
So I ask, why do you love me...

Well, here's the problem
Turns out I wasn't really all that interested...