Last night, before my pillow gave way to my head, it said

"Drink my wine, smoke my cigarettes and talk to the dead."

It said, "The window's wide open

Get up, I'll make your eyes red

The matchmakers making a match

To burn down your bed."

Silhouettes are the things I know

And the things not known yet, not yet

In time you'll see what's not known

No, not to me yet

No, not yet

It said, "The window's wide open

Get up, I'll make your eyes red

The matchmakers making a match

To burn down your bed."

All this time it's been killing me

If I walk through that door I'll never return

'Cause you speak and your words are like fire

Your eyes are still filled with admiration

That was once shown to me freely

But now stripped away

And I'm pale as a ghost

And I'm whiter than snow

'Cause inside I'm so hollow, hollow

All so same, stay the same

It was a waste

All those tears that fell far from my face, my face

I wanna be free from my thoughts

And free from this place, this place

The windows wide open

I'll walk away

It's a disgrace

But you're content with your actions and this lie

So why do I try?

All this time it's been killing me

If I walk through that door

I'll never return

'Cause you speak and your words are like fire

Your eyes are still filled with admiration

That was once shown to me freely

But now stripped away

And I'm pale as a ghost

And I'm whiter than snow

'Cause inside I'm so hollow, hollow

Hollow, so same