'Sleep Walking' - The Birthday Massacre (Pins and Needles)
Wait dear The time is getting late here I'm all washed up and graced with faint applause Dressed in a cheap facade I'm looking for a place I'll never see again
A night turns to a day A street I've never walked on I was never here Just a faint reflection A day turns to a month A second of affection I was never here Just a faint reflection
Faking There's nothing here worth taking Just my reflection fading on the wall Not the fairest one of all I'm looking for a place I'll never see again.
A night turns to a day A street I've never walked on I was never here Just a faint reflection A day turns to a month A second of affection I was never here Just a faint reflection