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 beauty 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 make