I have become a silent movie
The hero killed the clown

Cant make a sound

Nobody knows what hes doing
Still hanging around

Cant make a sound

The slow motion moves me
The monologue means nothing to me

Bored in a role, but he cant stop
Standing up to sit back down
And lose the one thing found
Spinning the world like a toy top
Till theres a ghost in every town

Cant make a sound

Eyes locked and shining
Cant you tell me whats happening?

Why should you want any other, when youre a world within a world?