You'll Never Know
Take a look around this lonely place
Where a mask is worn on every face
And painted lips gently kiss
The end of their cigarettes
This world is dressed in such finesse
To cover all the emptiness
We're standing here in between
The pages of a magazine
You'll never know what I feel inside me
I'll never know what you think about
Until we share what we keep in private
Until we find what we're living without
Our shadows move across the wall
No promises no talk at all
Inside the crowd we dance alone
With faces made of stone
You'll never know what I feel inside me
I'll never know what you think about
Until we share what we keep in private
Until we find what we're living without
Autor(es): Jascha Richter / Richter-Mulford
