Hindsight

There's this band I know They're big in Tokyo I saw them at this show They played my favourite song But everyone was talking While I sang along I'm on the outside looking in At this mirror image full of sin I'm on the outside looking in Waiting for hell to let me in My friends they went on tour They played to empty rooms And empty halls What's the point of making music Or making noise If nobody hears at all? I'm on the outside looking in At this mirror image full of sin I'm on the outside looking in Waiting for hell to let me in I'm on the outside looking in At this mirror image full of sin I'm on the outside looking in Waiting for hell to let me in I'm on the outside looking in At this mirror image full of sin I'm on the outside looking in Waiting for hell to let me in I'm on the outside looking in Waiting for hell to let me in