On my face I scratched out something like a silhouette

around the golden ten like lambs

on my face I've hidden away any embarrassment,

away from my acquaintances

I'm not sold on anything but half a dream

I'm not sensing a thing

I see a blank notebook page

and it's my life and there is

nothing I can think to write

I fear the thought of not sensing a thing

I hope you don't see a thing

I said, smile through everyone you ever see

(so what you gave him the time of day)

twist back and end this suffering

I'll dance around, I honestly give up and de robe

I see a blank notebook page

and it's my life and there is

nothing I can think to write

I fear the thought of not sensing a thing

Right side falls

heavenly grace to you I owe you too

Right side because

heaven and I should be so easy

[to fade]