I wanna confide in my head
I wanna confide in my head
I gathered up thoughts left for dead
I want
I want
I buried my head in the sand
I buried my head in the sand
I want to tell I understand
I dont
I dont
And if it all is black and white
Then tell me what is wrong and right
I dont suppose that anybody knows
And maybe when we reach the end
Well ask imaginary friends
By no response
Ive spoken my piece in the dark
Ive spoken my piece in the dark
Ive spoken just not …
I call
I call
Ive noticed my sense in the cold
Ive noticed my sense in the cold
Ive noticed someones getting old
Im done
Im done
And if it all is black and white
Then tell me what is wrong and right
I dont suppose that anybody knows
And maybe when we reach the end
Well ask imaginary friends
By no response
Ahhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhh
And if it all is black and white
Then tell me what is wrong and right
I dont suppose that anybody knows
And maybe when we reach the end
Well ask imaginary friends
By no response