Finch

Alone at last, together in a photograph
Our eyes are always open,
Devoted to perfection...through silence.

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

This story is old only to those that have no mold
The truth can be bought or sold, but what are we buying?
Nothing but silence.

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more (x2)

Fold the corners, break the silence...
Fold the corners, just for tonight
Fold the corners, break the silence...
Fold the corners, just for tonight
Fold the corners, break the silence
When weakened, when will you rise?

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more

What am I supposed to do?
Should I sit, wait for you?
Listen to me screaming more