Everybody loves you, and they want to know your story, you go riding out a mystery, concealed in all your glory, but when it comes to flesh and bones, you remind me of shallot, only made of shadows, even though your not.
i remember how i spend all my energy and time with affected conversation, trying to pry inside your mind, you are as beautiful as truth, and as empty as a shell, and i came to you one night, and it make me feel like hell.

Oh, to reach through all your surface, just to find an empty pool, and to suffer all your pride, as i lay down by your side, and you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool, left me a fool.

Everybody loves a hero, an image to create, antithesis of everything inside ourselves we hate, but you'd better close your eyes when it's time for them to die, because you'd hate to think the life you'd build upon them was a lie.

Oh, to reach through all your surface, just to find an empty pool, and to suffer all your pride, as i lay down by your side, and you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool, left me a fool.

I resign myself to silence. i will never blow your cover, no one ever has to know who the hero too for lover, but it comes to mind as you blaze on as brilliant as a star, how many you've left behind, how many casualties there are.

Oh, to reach through all your surface, just to find an empty pool, and to suffer all your pride, as i lay down by your side, and you swallowed up my heart and left me a fool, left me a fool.