Lyrics:
Her pain is the fog he inhalePuts down the phone, neck suddenly staleJust another night with a sad different songHeard from somewhere now she sings alongTurn the car-key, back out through the drivewayHe sees her face when he closes his eyesShe still believe the liesPretty pretty eyes with a darker toneAnother hour in front of the mirror now all the scars are shownAnd they say lets have another toast lets sing another songShe tries but the wine is bitter and the words wrongShe still believes the liesWhen you see yourself you're seeing redAnd it makes you blindYou must be bleeding under your eyelids tonightYou wait for something to break the moldAnd all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyesYou must be bleeding under your eyelidsOne tear in the sink, swallow the next oneNow out of sight but not really goneI put the key in the door don't want to walk throughHang the handle for a second or twoAnd as the door opens I can feel your sadness from across the roomAnd now for your beauty I'm lost for wordsWhen you see yourself you're seeing redAnd it makes you blindYou must be bleedin under your eyelids tonightYou wait for something to break the moldAnd all I can do is wipe the blood from your eyesYou must be bleedin under your eyelidsWait for something to break the moldBefore your eyes grows old and coldKeep your ears close to the groundDon't move until you hear a sound