The other side of the platinum door
another day in quicksand
Still feel close to nowhere
I hope this is the right way

How come you see me as an enemy?
We just think in different words

I see beuty in dead flowers
I let the tide show me whats next
But all you do is fade away

Theres no shame in being the fool
Ive been to places youll never find
The empty plate that you call home
Wont bring glimmer to future years

By myself, staring into space
Youre just bored of the silence it makes