From the recording The Tourist
Lyrics
Tortured hearts drowned in puddles of reflection
Here in the maze of mis-direction
No One Knows
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was true
Turns out I never knew me
So what does that say about you?
Chart a course for a destination
The ship sank before it even set sail
One of 9 lives spent drowning with you
Its not the greatest story ever told
Whatever love is, I’m sure we don’t fit the mold
Too much baggage weighing these hearts down
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was true
Another case of vacancy masquerading to amuse
Do you ever stop to think of the lens you’re filming from?
Maybe that’s no camera buts its really the barrel of a gun
What can I squeeze from this new reflection?
Can this pony pave my way?
She’s no performer but she sure can write
One hell of a play
The run around with the big “L” word
It knows many guises
Or so I’ve heard
10 clever ways to justify a crime
Look at me misreading the lines
I thought that my love was true
Another case of vacancy masquerading to amuse
Do you ever stop to think of the lens you’re filming from?
Maybe that’s no camera but it’s really the barrel of a gun
What will you do when you’ve got nothing left to prove
And you realize empty calories
Are all that you can ever consume
Look at me believing the lies
I thought that my love was
Turns out I never knew me
So what does that say about you?