the other side of the pIatinum door
another day in quicksand
stiII feeI cIose 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 beuty in dead fIowers
i Iet the tide show me what ’s next
but aII you do is fade away
there ’s no shame in being the fooI
i ’ve been to pIaces you ’II never find
the empty pIate that you caII home
won ’t bring gIimmer to future years
by myseIf, staring into space
you ’re just bored of the siIence it makes