| You decide you’re evil
|
| You test it on the skies
|
| This complicated evil
|
| It does you no justice here
|
| Yeah I’m supposed to shine, dear
|
| But I can’t see my hands
|
| We drift apart like colours
|
| And learn from mistakes you’ve put into place when you walked
|
| Walked away
|
| I’m hanging on the words that you say
|
| Oh
|
| And I don’t know why
|
| But silent movies always make me cry
|
| It’s the black and white
|
| Everybody trying to make it through the night
|
| Well I don’t know anyone else
|
| And I’m always all by myself
|
| So please tell me why
|
| The silent movies make me cry
|
| Are we cornered into my mind
|
| 'Cause I don’t know where to go
|
| Such a complicated evil
|
| You’re pulling on strings you’ve put into place when you walked
|
| When you walked away
|
| A subtle change but I can’t seem to fake
|
| And it feels so strange
|
| And I don’t know why
|
| The silent movies always make me cry
|
| It’s the black and white
|
| Everybody’s trying to make it through the night
|
| Well I don’t know anyone else
|
| And I’m always all by myself
|
| So please tell me why
|
| The silent movies make me cry |