I saw your face fall into a well-worn groove

A child starts off playing a role

And now its typecast in every move

I take cold comfort in your touch

And leave you laughing high and dry

Nothing left to feel

And no real tears left to cry

What could come around?

What could make a difference to me now?

What could come around?

What could bring me down?

Half conscious, what do you see?

Is it some kind of second side?

That are black webs that are over your world

As picked up by a pair of headlights

You let it take hold of your soul

Postcard of a moonrise

Is it more evil to lose track of your heart

Or to go on as before?

What could come around?

What could make a difference to me now?

What could come around?

What could bring me down?

(haha)

You warm up to any touch

Though indifferent flesh becomes cold

You didn't think it would mean all that much

Until a meaning started to take hold

A house of cards takes a deep breath

And breathes it out word for word

The hopes and dreams

That justice left unheard

What could come around?

What could make a difference to me now?

What could come around?

What could bring me down?

What could come around?

What could make a difference to me now?

What could come around?

What could bring me down?