Cold as a moon Too late to turn now Pictured this day so differently Both sides of hope... But the space inbetween is filling us an uncomfortable mood
* Sorry... said the you think voice inside But I don't think you will find it
CHORUS: How long do you think you'll keep it up? (Well, I don't think you'll find it...) A little conversation, maybe? A different outflow of our minds Happy faces, anyone Insecurity... Shine through