I walk into the room.
All the sparkling lights...

It's storming out, and I'm wondering
"Is he thinking about me?&quot...

He's a small town guy with pretty eyes,
looking for a stream of light in the sky...

A city shrouded in gray,
alleyways cold with dismay...

Dust on the shelf, it lingers.
But I left long ago...

Walking by the ocean, do you feel free?
The boardwalk creaks underneath your shoes...

You were my chemical creation,
my bio-hazard love...

All those letters you wrote,
they never meant anything...

See me, hear me.
Do you feel me yet...

Burn.
Let the fire in her eyes burn...

She stands there,
looking through the glass...

Invisible
I'm tired, tired of...