There was something in the tone
Where fear learns to hide
A voice on the phone
And ridiculous pride

The dimming of the blue
And the error of my ways
Live inside my head
In ridiculous displays

I smile in the photograph
With everybody else
And what you remember
Is never what you tell
If I am not to question
And you are not to blame
I will not accept this fate
From any other name

I’ll hide my face when the riots start
I’m not like you and I was trying way to hard
Silence from the rafters to the floor
I never wanted more
Than what I could give

I’ll save a prayer for aftermath
Though it isn’t yet at hand
And I’m struggling with paragraphs
That I don’t yet understand
I create a catalogue
Of days I would repeat
I could tell you while you’re on the phone
But your voice is growing weak
Just another week …

I’ll hide my face when the riots start
I’m not like you and I was trying way to hard
Silence from the rafters to the floor
I never wanted more
Than what I could give

I’ll hide my face when I feel it start
All too capable of going way to far
First in line, and first on the floor
I pray for a way to explain
What I could give …


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