There is something in the air
Something broke that we used to share
You say it's ok
Your fingers crossed when you walk away
And I can tell by your eyes
What used to be real turned into disguise
You say it's alright
But there is something wrong inside
Cigarettes on the floor
Bottles behind the basement door
Your masquerade causes in me
A bitter taste of tragedy
Into disguise
Cigarettes on the floor
Bottles behind the basement door
Your masquerade causes in me
A bitter taste of tragedy