So, what do you see inside  What do you try to hide  Well, It's not like I should write  Words that make you cry  Or feel something else inside  Well let me sit back and talk about life.    Run so far I can't see your face  I want to  Run so far I can't feel the trace    So what do you have inside  Now that you see inside  Would you make the wave subside  I need you thinking  I need you dreaming  To make connections with our minds    Run so far I can't see your face  I want to  Run so far I can't feel the trace    I won't taint my words with thoughts of regret    I can't see with your eyes  Or write with your hands  I dig deep in the sand and melt into glass  You can't live with me here if you can't spell my name  All the pictures you drew they keep come the same  Always talking words that you can't seem to tame  Stomping out the flames of desire  I reach into a mouth that longs for my taste.    So, so now you see inside  But still you try to hide  From the mouth that likes to bite  The hand that gives to  The hand that feeds you  The hand that tends to make you cry  It's in the digging  It's in the melting  It's in a fraction of our minds  You've got me thinking  You've got me dreaming  This is the sex of perfect life    Run so far I can't see your face  I want to  Run so far I can't feel the trace    Stop while I levitate here for you  And you won't see the strings  I'll be fine up here  As long as I'm amused  And I won't feel the strain