It's not what you don't see
It's what you fail to invision...

Look into my eyes.
Can you see into my soul...

Im broken and bleeding
My hearts not leading...

Verse 1:
Drifting down in the river, he is free...

Im a wishful thinker babe
with the worst intentions...

Sitting cross-legged on her porcelain throne,
Chest heaving quiet cries of unknown angst...

I hate to see you sad, I wish I could help
I cant think of anything to say, funny or clever...

Sweet talks lost, long walks
living a silent motion picture...