[All]
Flip on a switch, and everything's fine-
No more lips, no move tounge, no more ears, no more eyes.
The naked blue angel, who peers though the blinds,
Disappers in the gloom of the mirror-blue night
[Melchior]
But there's no where to hide from these bones from my mind.
It's broken inside-I'm a man and a child.
I'm at home with a ghost, who got left in the cold.
Who knocks at my peace, with no keys to my soul.
[Both]
And the whispers of fear, the chill up the spine,
Will steal away too, with a flick of the light.
The minute you do it, with fingers so blind,
You remove every bit of the blue from your mind.
[Melchior]
But there's nowhere to hide from the ghost in my mind.
It's cold in these bones-of a man and a child.
And there's no one who knows, and there's nowhere to go.
There's no one to see who can see to my soul...