Some pictures formed on neon screens
When did these faces turn obscene?
Inside our rooms to kill some time
We pick and choose what's in our lies
Well we weren't here, we're passing through
On holiday from what we knew
Some lives to fake for what they need
Outside ourselves and what it breeds
(chorus)
They wake you up when you can't sleep
Distorted nights beneath the sheets
When what you are ain't what you'll be
It lies in what you still can't see