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 what´s next
but all you do is fade away

there´s no shame in being the fool
i´ve been to places you´ll never find
the empty plate that you call home
won´t bring glimmer to future years

by myself, staring into space
you´re just bored of the silence it makes