In the center of a broken heart There's a riot going on Tried to stop before my quiet mind Lost control I'm surrounded by an iron gate In a graveyard for my thoughts All the memories that I've engraved They come to life Since I'm building up inside these colors die An endless ride waits for me In the hollow of a wishing well Silver coins are falling down While the water keeps on running dry I'm diving in Pay the fee come in to stand and stare Eyes are blind to what is there Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance Or cut him loose Held too tight I cannot breathe I feel the claws digging in restricted Stripped of thought I feel exposed I've been found out, I've been brought down so jaded The boy with the golden hair