Talking to the trees, fifteen stories high
The moon is make-believe, and so are all the skies
'Til your rain falls down on me
'Til your reign falls down again
There's no sound as the friendship fades
No amusement to be found in these arcades
I see you broadcasting, on all frequencies but mine
Why did you lie?
When you said you were dead
What I think you meant was I was, in your head
When you said you were dead
What I think you meant was, I was in your head
So here it comes, the five card spread
The last one in her hand is death
But your panic is misplaced
This one is an ace
New beginnings, ways of living
Ways to occupy your space
When you said you were dead
What I think you meant was I was, in your head
When you said you were dead
What I think you meant was, I was in your head
But what about your heart?
What about your heart?