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 finess
  to cover all the emptiness
  We're standing here in between
  the pages of a magazin
    Chorus:
  You'll never know what I feel inside me
  I'll never know what you think about
  Untill we share what we keep in private
  Untill 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
    Chorus:
  You'll never know what I feel inside me
  I'll never know what you think about
  Untill we share what we keep in private
  Untill we find what we're living without