The writing on the wall changes everyday
Moving the lights about
We live by stealth alone
By simple truths - that's our philosophy
Oh what a perfect day - stretch it out forever
With flowers for your grave
A snowdrop for your soul
Down on your knees and pray
May lightning strike your bones
The devil makes his own pornography
Oh what a cross to bear
Freaking out completely
You locked yourself away
Now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave
Now you're dead inside
The promises you made
Were all dead inside
The calm before the storm
The bitter taste of mediocrity
Turning you inside out
I'm waiting in the wings
No news of joy - just more hypocrisy
Oh what a strange affair
We belong together
You locked yourself away
Now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave
Now you're dead inside
The promises you made
Were all dead inside
You locked yourself away
Now you're dead inside
You dug yourself a grave
Now you're dead inside
The promises you made
Were all dead inside
You made your bed
Now lie in it - dead inside

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): ALAN GRIFFITHS, ROLAND ORZABAL