Standing outside in the cold, my frozen feet are lost in the snow
No answer when knocking their doors, no answer here
Blindfolded people are passing, can't they see I'm part of their world?
No answer when knocking their doors, no answer here
Seeking something pure
Seeking something to call my own but
Can't see past this glass door
There's always some kind of excuse, always some kind of diversion
Thinking about tying the noose, tie the noose
If every memory is a dream, then nothing really is what it seems
If nothing really is what it seems I don't wanna dream
Seeking something pure ( can't see past this glass door )
Seeking something to call my own but
Can't see past this glass door
Will I ever be heard? Will I ever be part of their world?
Can't see past this glass door
There's always some kind of excuse, always some kind of diversion
Thinking about tying the noose. Tie - the noose
If every memory is a dream, then nothing really is what it seems
If nothing really is what it seems I don't wanna dream
No answer when knocking their doors, no answer here
Blindfolded people are passing, can't they see I'm part of their world?
No answer when knocking their doors, no answer here
Seeking something pure
Seeking something to call my own but
Can't see past this glass door
There's always some kind of excuse, always some kind of diversion
Thinking about tying the noose, tie the noose
If every memory is a dream, then nothing really is what it seems
If nothing really is what it seems I don't wanna dream
Seeking something pure ( can't see past this glass door )
Seeking something to call my own but
Can't see past this glass door
Will I ever be heard? Will I ever be part of their world?
Can't see past this glass door
There's always some kind of excuse, always some kind of diversion
Thinking about tying the noose. Tie - the noose
If every memory is a dream, then nothing really is what it seems
If nothing really is what it seems I don't wanna dream