Endless words and broken voices
Swirling empty pages
Hoping to hitch a ride on broken ears and eyes
Desperate hollow realizations
And false emancipations
All written on display in public diary
Don't, don't you ever keep anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are better to hide?
Electric syllables of silence
Of passion and of violence
All pangs of vacuum corridors 'neath your golden skin
And I, I can hear you crying
But I can't discern from lying
A thousand ears can make a whisper disappear
Don't, don't you ever keep anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are better off disguised?
Don't, don't you ever keep anything inside?
Don't, don't you ever think
That some things are better off denied?
