We cry, we make time fly
Best friends, or are we?
Forever

They stare from behind glass doors
We never ask them why
We're here
We're all stuck inside

A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind

Unspoken words mean nothing
Gonna take a walk outside
A cold wind blows
and I don't feel anything at all

A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind

A picture
In a broken frame
From a bird's eye view
When the thought comes
I'll bite my lip
In the corner of my mind