Thoughts Noise

I found my way out

From the show to the cemetery gates

I was stumbling and crawling

Into the night

Well I got my head wrapped

Around my thoughts

The only ones that I can talk to

Are my dead, dead little friends

Before the night is trough and dawn will shine

Turn off the thoughts noise

Before the dawn comes to rise

And you're walking bare feet

We are chasing time

While it's slitting through our hands

Before the dawn comes to raise

And you're stepping on a broken glass, bare feet

The thing that you call beauty

Maybe is my damnation

The more they scream

The less I feel

Well I played my heart out

Night by night

Sold them my whole soul

Though I'm feeling so right

If it wasn't for the hollow walking home

Before the night is trough and dawn will shine

Turn off the thoughts noise

Before the dawn comes to rise

And you're walking bare feet

We are chasing time

While it's slitting through our hands

Before the dawn comes to raise

And you're stepping on a broken glass, bare feet

Call 'em little puppets, come on

Come down to daddy home

Little darkness I feel when I'm walking home

There in the rain