Closed doors, there's not a single sound
Is this heaven? Or a figment of existence
Self-affliction, a great white addiction
I'm up against my walls.
Still you stood as his chest fell to the floor.
And she leaves me.. Hanging.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that lead me back to you? To you.
Are we there yet? She's desperate for a peace of mind
She says I'm not the one, to give her all my time.
She's an avid reader of the thrill, mystery, in-kind
But I bet she didn't, she didn't read the part
Bout' the fray when I lost my mind.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that bring me back to her arms? Her arms.
Took a last drag, she's gone with the ash
She's unstoppable.
I'm lost in her charms, like the city lights on the walls.
She loses herself to sex, no it's not quite commendable
If returned in kind would that lead me back to her heart? Her heart.
White Video (MV)
Performed By: The Façade
Length: 4:27
Written by: HSIEN WEI SHAWN CHAN, LIM FONG BRENDON CHUA, WEE YEN JERELD ANG
The Façade - White Lyrics
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Closed doors, there's not a single sound
Is this heaven? Or a figment of existence
Self-affliction, a great white addiction
I'm up against my walls.
Still you stood as his chest fell to the floor.
And she leaves me.. Hanging.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that lead me back to you? To you.
Are we there yet? She's desperate for a peace of mind
She says I'm not the one, to give her all my time.
She's an avid reader of the thrill, mystery, in-kind
But I bet she didn't, she didn't read the part
Bout' the fray when I lost my mind.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that bring me back to her arms? Her arms.
Took a last drag, she's gone with the ash
She's unstoppable.
I'm lost in her charms, like the city lights on the walls.
She loses herself to sex, no it's not quite commendable
If returned in kind would that lead me back to her heart? Her heart.
Is this heaven? Or a figment of existence
Self-affliction, a great white addiction
I'm up against my walls.
Still you stood as his chest fell to the floor.
And she leaves me.. Hanging.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that lead me back to you? To you.
Are we there yet? She's desperate for a peace of mind
She says I'm not the one, to give her all my time.
She's an avid reader of the thrill, mystery, in-kind
But I bet she didn't, she didn't read the part
Bout' the fray when I lost my mind.
She's a hot mess, soft in the flesh, she's cynical
Mentally unsound, we're dabbling in chemicals
She's dancing around in beds, well it's not quite empirical
If returned in kind, would that bring me back to her arms? Her arms.
Took a last drag, she's gone with the ash
She's unstoppable.
I'm lost in her charms, like the city lights on the walls.
She loses herself to sex, no it's not quite commendable
If returned in kind would that lead me back to her heart? Her heart.
Writer: HSIEN WEI SHAWN CHAN, LIM FONG BRENDON CHUA, WEE YEN JERELD ANG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group