All my hopes and all of my dreams   Everything falling in between   Seems to me that the memories   (They)   Mean more to you than they do to me   Through the sky and into your eyes      And I see everything falling in between   Sew the lips right into your smile   I'm okay with faking this   I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss      If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love you   But never show it   You should forget me, this is a long tour   And I'll be back but not in time for      If all we speak is rational thought   Everyday I pray for the sadness   (My)   Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness      And I'll be listening, but not for long   Everyday I pray for the sadness   (My)   Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness      The words I write are cheap and trite   But they're drawn on the back of your door   Surrounded by numbers that   Remind of the ones before      All my hopes and all of my dreams   Everything falling in between   Seems to me that the memories   (They)   Mean more to you than they do to me   Through the sky and into your eyes      And I see everything falling in between   Sew the lips right into your smile   I'm okay with faking this   I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss      The words I write are cheap and trite   But they're drawn on the back of your door   Surrounded by numbers that   Remind of the ones before      The words I write, are cheap and trite   But they're drawn on the back of your door   Surrounded by numbers that   Remind of the ones before      My lips are cold   The truth is told