Always looking through
Frosted windows at you
Silhouettes of falling stars
That shattered windshields
Of passing cars
So why's it so hard to believe
That people look like they do in magazines
They're out there somewhere
On starless nights
Have a little faith
They're right there on the page
They're calling your name
It's not safe here anymore
In this convenience store wherе I was born
The air was cold and pure
The candy shined
Fluorescent candlelight burned through the night
And if the rain comes and washed it all to sea
Leaving only my magazines and me
The world dissolves
We stay the same
Static on a page
And even if it fades
It's still calling your name
