Living in a crowd
when you cry out loud there's always someone there
no one seems to care
Never quite alone, others you have known appear now and again
you wish you could remember when
You're not being yourself these days
life surrounds you in a watercoloured haze
when the feeling's flown
it cuts you to the bone
and the wounds just leave you so amazed
Sometimes mad as hell
often hard to tell just who you are today
but you hold my hand anyway
Caught you running scared
and your claws were bared, you tried to break away
was I wrong to make you stay?
You're not being yourself these days
life surrounds you in a watercoloured haze
when the feeling's flown
cuts you to the bone
and the wounds just leave you so amazed
you're not being yourself these days
You can't forget your recollections
a prisoner of your own reflections
No you're not being yourself these days
life surrounds you in a watercoloured haze
when the feeling's flown
cuts you to the bone
and the wounds just leave you so amazed
you're not being yourself these days
