We could walk along by the seashore and watch out for the highest wave
Or we could make a try not to lie anymore and cut out that silly masquerade
For the window-gla** is the only thing that protects me from the light
But as you can see I'm still alive so I've gotta be alright
And the walls that surround me
Keep slowly moving closer
I smile and tell myself
Well, it's just one of those days
That start with crimson sunshine
And end up suicidal
The pleasure of the truth
Can be hidden in denial
It's hard to be honest to yourself, of that I'm well aware
Sure you know I've always cherished you and your castles in the air
When you find me drinking poison you didn't stop me which was fine
All you did was ask "can I have a gla**?" as if it was wine.
And the walls that surround me
Keep slowly moving closer
I smile and tell myself
Well, it's just one of those days
That start with crimson sunshine
And end up suicidal
The pleasure of the truth
Can be hidden in denial
And if ever by some unlucky chance anything unpleasant should happen
There will always be words that can describe and diminish the facts and
There will always be music and muses and emotional abuse to help you play your role
You know you can't afford to fall from grace or to lose your self-control
And the walls that surround me
Keep slowly moving closer
I smile and tell myself
Well, it's just one of those days
That start with crimson sunshine
And end up suicidal
The pleasure of the truth
Can be hidden in denial