There was something in the tone

Where fear learns to hide

A voice on the phone

And ridiculous pride

The dimming of the blue

And the error of my ways

Live inside my head

In ridiculous displays

I smile in the photograph

With everybody else

And what you remember

Is never what you tell

If I am not to question

And you are not to blame

I will not accept this fate

From any other name

I'll hide my face when the riots start

I'm not like you and I was trying way to hard

Silence from the rafters to the floor

I never wanted more

Than what I could give

I'll save a prayer for aftermath

Though it isn't yet at hand

And I'm struggling with paragraphs

That I don't yet understand

I create a catalogue

Of days I would repeat

I could tell you while you're on the phone

But your voice is growing weak

Just another week ...

I'll hide my face when the riots start

I'm not like you and I was trying way to hard

Silence from the rafters to the floor

I never wanted more

Than what I could give

I'll hide my face when I feel it start

All too capable of going way to far

First in line, and first on the floor

I pray for a way to explain

What I could give ...