She's not ready for this speed   there's something else in which   she drowns, explore the positives   and down. She's not after what   she sees. You've covered her in   reds and greys. Such colors strike   a selfish place.      (Won't tell you anything.)   She won't tell you anything.   I've faced her smile a million times.   Wach of them a pointless trial.   Please don't ask her what it is.   Your questions couldn't mean a thing.   Close your ears and start listening.      And nothing in this world can divide us.   Maybe your conscience clenching heart   will let your hair fall down.   Cause nothing in this world can divide us.   Maybe your attitudes can change.   I don't know.      She sits still even with   her fans around, it seems   that desolation's found   an infitine silence   inside a girl that won't grow.      She's not bothered by the storm    that cracks inside. Gey washed away.   A brilliant surface finds its place.   (Won't tell you anything.)   She's not served by the stones.   You thought they'd open up her eyes.   Now her senses sleep like mine.      She sits still even with   her fans around, it seems   desolation's found,   an imminent silence sits   in a girl that won't grow.