Subtle hum, I feel like a distant train, pounding steel.
Remains my own lie;
Too decisively concealed.
As my red tears keep me dreaming
Of you in my arms,
I do not tell.

To let you see who I am under this shrouded disguise.
To let you see the things I do, are all for you.
Are all for you.

Today, I live these lies from when
In my sleep, creating things I only barely believe.
And in my perfect world, the weight of the world
Would cease to an ever-needed ease,
To let you see through its influencing eyes.

To let you see who I am under this shrouded disguise.
To let you see the things I do, are all for you.
Are all for...
You!